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An assissination attempt that was supposed to be easy. Or so, that was what she had in mind when she took the details over from the Shopkeeper. Ibara-hime's reputation for accomplishing nearly every mission given to her precedes most assassins her age.
"Tch." Yor cursed unceremoniously. Of all places, Shopkeeper gave her 'The Gas Chamber'. And she was told to clean up the whole laboratory. He did not even warn her about the risk of gas leakage. Asshole.
Her movements were graceful, despite inhaling a dangerous amount of gas the moment she walked into the filthy place. She had to endure immediate effects it had on her throughout the whole process of manslaughtering tonight. The bloodlust in her eyes darkened along side the amount of blood she spilled within seconds. The metallic smell of blood always excites her. And that, really bothered her tonight.
The lower part of her body felt like molten lava, she barely felt the gush of her own wetness when she swung both her weapons back into her trained hands. Last one to go. With a clean slash, she sent the figure before her crashing onto the ground. "nghhh." She held onto her abdomen, feeling another wave of heaviness from the effects of the gas these bastards invented. Her inner thighs were already wet, her heartbeat was irregular and she was breathing heavier than usual. She knew she had to clean up, fast.
By the time she reached home, her body didn't feel like hers anymore. She crashed her lips onto a familiar pair, devoured the man's masculine scent hungrily. But it wasn't enough, she needed more. More.
Tasogare needed no explanation. The moment she kissed him, he dropped every single wall around him. There was blood on her, but the smell of her sex overpowered his hypersensitive senses. What made her go into heat tonight?
"Yoru-dear?" Loid mumbled as she panted against chest. She held onto his shirt with so much grit the first two buttons snapped off by the time he neared his lips to her exposed neck. Inhaling her personal scent, he could tell there were other unpleasant trails lingering on her. He instinctively tightened his hold on her arms. Danger. His Yor had been in danger. His. Before he could further examine the situation, he felt Yor reach within his pants.
"L-Loid... C-Can I please?" Yor was feeling very uncomfortable, her nipples were stiff and swollen, every part of her body was sensitive and all Loid did was caress her. This absurd idea of her going through another round of orgasm only from this man's gentle touches. Damn aphrodisiac. Why the fuck did they made it this potent?!
Loid's eyes narrowed ever so slowly. He scooped Yor into his arms and bridal carried her into the bathroom. Yor felt her back shudder against the cold piece of mirror when Loid mounted her onto the top beside the sink. He fingered her cilt, maneuvered his way into her sweet spot. He really didn't have to do that, she came so hard that she soaked his hand. "hhaah hah..." Collapsing onto Loid's shoulders, her mind was momentarily blank as she gasped for air like a fish out of water. How messy did she look? How much more to stop the heat from spreading in the body?! Another wave of heat throbbed within her womb almost immediately after the orgasm. Yor whimpered at the lost of Loid's fingers.
His gut instinct was right. Yor was acting under the influence of an aphrodisiac. He growled lowly. To which bastard... "I'm gonna tie you up, Yoru-dear. And this-" He gagged her mouth with a white face towel, "Shall ensure Ayna can't hear you. It's a pity, because I love how you call out to my name."
Who was he to call the other a bastard? He knew how to manipulate women through use of aphrodisiac. He knew damn well how much to prepare to make a woman (who's very much immune to most types of poison) like Yor fall prey. Whoever did this to her, had successfully awakened the Tasogare in him.
"mmmph!" Loid! He could still make out all her moans. Muffled or not. Every time they made love, she made sure he heard her. Tightening the red silk rope against her genital, the perfectionist in him made sure it rubbed against every visible spot that held her sensitive. As Loid Forger, he was the gentle, understanding and loving husband (and father) to his beautiful wife and daughter. Tonight, however, he chose to be Tasogare. This cold and absolute persona he carefully created from childhood just to ensure all his given assignments were accomplished efficiently.
Loid Forger loved his wife dearly. Period.
Tasogare was obsessed with Yor Briar Forger. And Tasogare does not tolerate. He executes as he deem fit. The way he shibari-tied Yor's body made her a beautiful masterpiece. The huge mirror behind amplified her beauty. Trailing his fingers down the red between her cleavage, tugging gently at each knot, enjoying her muffled moans whenever his hand brushes a sensitive spot. Her perky breasts, toned abs, and those sexy pair of legs. He was being very, very aware of his own hardness. Being so widely exposed to Loid, Yor couldn't help squirm under his piercing gaze. If she had not just wet herself again from all his teasings...
"Yoru-dear..." Loid mumbled lowly into her ears, sending another shock of current down her spine. He chuckled at how sensitive she was in delight. Her husband sounded a little angry, Yor noted hazily. She felt the fog in her head clears up more when she heard him grunt, "If you can explain why you're drugged, I'll be gentler."
Lifting one of her leg up to rest on his shoulder, he smirked and admired her flexibility, "But since you can't," Upon unbuckling his belt, he positioned himself into her. Knowing well she could take on his full length perfectly, he pushed through her slippery entrance in a stroke.
He knew she'd never go for another man, not when they're in this relationship. But he couldn't seem to extinguish this red in him. Anger. The Tasogare in him was mad at her, his cold, sapphire orbs bored into her glassy, crimson pair. Her moans, muffled, Loid drove steadily in and out of her. Deeper. Deeper. The beast in him unleashed when he saw her bouncing off him like it was meant to be. She looked deliciously edible. Licking his lips wet, he reached to take off the wet gag towel from Yor's slightly abused mouth.
"nggggnh... H-haa..." Struggling to support her weight on the counter with her tied-up hands, one of her leg remained on her lover's shoulder as the other dangled off the top, he continued to shove into her deepest sanctuary from the side, "L-Loiddd!" Damn. Damn her. Tasogare swiftly covered her lips with his, mashing his heated lips on hers, as if marking her with his tongue. He fumbled clumsily within the pockets of his pants that hung loosely around his thighs. Fishing a 33 carat square diamond ring (one that he snagged from his mission the week before), he lazily muttered into Yor's moan-filled throat, "This will fit here well."
Yor shuddered when she felt two fingers slipped in from behind spreading her anus wide. Loid swiftly inserted the ring into her making her front tighter than usual. Sweat trickled from Loid's forehead. He struggled to hold back. Because he was aware of her pain from the effects of the aphrodisiac, he needed to ensure she's completely knocked out the moment he fills her up with ecstasy. And with that objective in mind he flipped her onto the counter, sat her at the edge and breathed huskily into her ears, he untied the red silk rope around her wrists with ease and whispered in a commanding tone, "Keep your thighs in your hands, Yoru-dear. Make sure you spread yourself wide for me. I promise to give you what you want."
Loid carried Yor into the showers and slammed her roughly against the walls, while he support her weight with one good hand, the other carelessly turned the knob off the wall. Water came raining down on both of them taking Yor by surprise, "mmphhh!" Need. Want. Take. These precise commands were the only restraints around Tasogare's sanity. "Tell me you love this, Yoru-dear. Say how much you fucking need me." He hissed when Yor clamped her walls down on him, "I-I need you! G-give me please!" Her pleas made Tasogare rock hard. He wanted to possess her, to etch his shape in her, and to make her his eternally. Y-Yor...
"h-haa... Y-Yor, I-I'm reaching..." He slammed even harder and deeper into her, Yor was in ecstasy, Loid's length was meant for her, she could feel it penetrate her womb. He was so deep in her, she could actually feel a dent near her belly when he spilled warm seed into her. She couldn't tell dream from reality. She could only tell Loid Forger made her night fucking amazing.
The next morning, she woke up to a very handsome, sleepy blonde. One whom she loves, more than anyone else.