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Tasogare's eyes silted with alert at the sudden intrusion of his personal space. The moment he got straddled onto his bed by the intruder, his hand reached for the pistol under his pillow instinctively. His attempt on retaliating was unfortunately halted by a cold, sharp weapon against his neck.
"Quiet." A woman. Tasogare concluded. He waited for the intruder to continue with that familiar voice of hers, "You're not on my list to kill tonight. But I need a cover-" Before she could complete her sentence, Tasogare pulled her under, caging her smaller form within his arms, his legs on both sides of her hips.
"We're looking for a woman-"
Tasogare ignored the men who crashed through his cabin's door. Something about the presence of this woman ignited the fire in him. He hadn't felt the need to protect anyone for years. He spoke in a low voice, "Moan for me."
She took his cue immediately, "Nghhh... H-haa haa..." Even her moans sounded dear to his memories... He moved under the sheets, rocking the bed with inertia.
Shit. "Fuck off." He growled towards the door, obviously frustrated with the fact that they too can hear her sweet, luring voice. This seductive little vixen-
"I don't like saying things twice." He held his pistol out and pointed straight at the men. It was dark, but all of them in the room, including the woman under him were trained to see well under such circumstances. That pistol was real. And a silencer had been attached to it. The men backed away almost immediately, closing the doors out of reflex. They probably muttered apologies, not that it was of any importance.
His movements slowed down to none as his eyes swept lazily along her features now that he'd been given a closer look at her face. Dark, straight, silky locks fanned around his pillow, bright crimson eyes and a slight flush around her cheeks. Those lips... He spluttered, "Y-Yor?!"
Her eyebrows knitted, "Tasogare-san, I don't think we've met personally before?"
"Ah." He ruffled his dark, raven hair in embarrassment. No wonder she hadn't recognised him. His hair had grown longer over the years, and he dyed them black after he left Loid Forger behind. Yor. Anya. As well as Bond.
"We're even." He shrugged carelessly.
Yor tilted her head in response.
"That I'm Tasogare." In terms of being a spy, he had just dug his own grave. But he knew he was done lying to her. His Yoru-dear. In fact, he regretted leaving her and his family behind the past three years. Seeing her lay before him made him reminisce on those intimate times they spent together. The closeness made his beast prowl along the borders.
"Ah." Yor nodded. She conveniently nudged him away with her uninjured arm and propped herself up by the edge of the bed. She made sure the man before her posed no further danger before she proceeded to slide the gold thorn-like weapon back into the holster on her right thigh.
Those golden thorns… The Thorn Princess. Ibara-hime. Assassin. Tasogare had his eyes trained on her the moment she pushed him aside. Her perfectly calm façade would have fooled him if they had not spend those five years together as a couple, despite being a fake marriage. He briefly remembered days she came home injured but covered her pain with a wide smile. He figured she had something she had to hide, too. So he'd always kissed his wife gently on her forehead, as Loid Forger.
"You're hurt." He stated. It was obvious. The muscles around her eyes twitched from every single movement she made. Her pain hadn't been bearable from the start.
"Hmm." She replied nonchalantly, "Nothing life threatening." This train will only reach its destination after tomorrow, so if she were to leave this cabin now, she'd have to be on foot. But even then, she might not be able make it in time for Anya's birthday celebration back home. The location of her assigned mission tonight was too far away from home. She had to sneak onto an earlier train so she could reach home in time. But getting caught within the same cabin as Tasogare wasn't part of her plan.
She didn't notice how deep her thoughts were until she felt a pair of hands on her cheeks. Red clashed with deep ocean blue. She froze when he leaned in to kiss her forehead. Her shocked expression made Tasogare smile. The blush on her rosy cheeks brought back many wonderful memories.
"So," He started, slowly leaning towards her, "I was never on your list?" Her list to assassinate.
Yor wavered but did not back down from his challenge, "Yeah."
"Yet you're aware of my whereabouts." Tasogare was driven by this raw, ancient need to go back to this woman. Just once more. He promised he'll never let go this time. "Ibara-hime... You've got the best reputation amongst all assassins hired. But I've never once encounter you." His suspicions for her other alibi proved right when she bit her lower lips and avoided his gaze.
When Loid Forger mysteriously disappeared from their lives three years ago, Yor was 32, Anya was 11 and Bond-
They accepted that Loid Forger finally left them because they were no longer needed. Yor's only comfort was Anya, daughter of Loid... And herself. She continued to take on the role of Yor Briar Forger, cared for Anya and Bond like her own. It didn't take long till Anya decided it was best to reveal her papa's true occupation to her mama. Yor understood why Anya revealed the truth to her. Her little girl wanted her to know that the Forger family never existed since the very beginning. But Yor was loyal. Deep down, she already knew that Loid would leave one day. So she wasn't really that surprised at all. And because he gave her five years of life that the normal lived, she was grateful.
He scooped her onto his lap, trapping her within his arms. His heated gaze lingered on her face, contemplating the probability of her rejecting his advances. Because if she allowed, he'd be greedy. He'd want more.
"People whom I kill never lived to tell," She mumbled, "Besides, I'm not interested, Tasogare-san." Lies. She scolded herself internally. Every time Shopkeeper mentioned assassination attempts dealing with Tasogare, Yor rejected them dutifully like how a loyal wife would. She would come up with excuses after excuses, until one day, she noticed he no longer mentioned any missions dealing with Tasogare to her anymore.
"But-" He cupped her face tenderly, "I am interested," Tasogare rested his lips on the back of her hand, "Princess." He took time to cherish and trail feather-light kisses along her fingers.
Yor stuttered in embarrassment, "T-that's enough..." The kisses were causing flutters in her stomach and knowing Loid with his numerous sadistic attempts on her in the past, she cannot allow him to seduce her today. Not when she's currently Ibara-hime.
"Ah." Tasogare responded, slightly disappointed, "Pity." His tone made her body react, her nipples erected under her leather dress, her panties already drenched and her cunt twitching in excitement, all she did was stay in the same room with this man. Any longer would be dangerous. Yor did not notice how a hungry pair of eyes followed her, like how she unconsciously closes her thighs together, and how the leather around her breast suddenly looked like it was suffocating around her...
Tasogare swallowed a lump that was stuck in his throat ever since she entered his cabin. He wanted to feel her up. Not as Loid Forger. But as Tasogare, because Tasogare wasn’t just an alibi, he is the closest to the true him. He'd be a complete stranger to his beloved Yor. His lips tugged into a self-deprecating smile. He wondered if Ibara-hime would accept his advances. Which really ain't that important right now. Because Tasogare ain't Loid Forger.
He struck his tongue along the shell of her ears, letting his saliva linger hotly along every part of her exposed skin, "hnghhh" from her neck to her collarbone, burying his nose in her armpit and licking her there, soon after he worked his mouth on her dress. Using his teeth to graze and bite onto the leather that separated his mouth from her nipples. "a-ahh n-no please..."
The shape of her nipples still trapped between his teeth as he lulled his eyes towards hers lazily, "No...?" It wasn't a question. It was simply him stating his claim. Yor felt his buldge nudging below her ass. She made him hard. Yor stared at the man who apparently just found his way between her cleavage, "I'm married, and I already have a child."
Tasogare's low chuckle rumbled between her breasts. His voice should have been forbidden because, despite a much different appearance, he still sounded as she remembered, low, sexy and mysterious, "Coincidentally, I'm married too." He laid her back on the bed gently. Her face flushed, feeling his hands reach below her dress. He fingered around her drenched silk panties, rubbing and touching her nub while stimulating it with the silky material. She hadn't realise he inserted his middle finger because while he did that, he already replaced part of his hands with his tongue.
"mmmphhh!" Yor bit back a muffled scream when she felt him stretch her out with a second, or third, or maybe the fourth finger, his tongue slurped around her most sensitive spot sloppily. "a-ahh?!" Tasogare smirked. He did not allow her to cum.
Yor arched uncomfortably as she felt her body spasmed from over stimulation. Her breath ragged and her moans filled the room with nothing but overpowering scent of sex. It was hard for him to stay focused as sweat drenched the back of his shirt. Urgh. He missed her, so much, so fucking much.
Beg for me please, Yoru-dear, please-
"T-Tasogare-san… P-please… N-no m-more teasings…" Her body was aching and she knew damn well what her treacherous body wanted, "I n-need you…" She almost cried. She needed him, her Loid. Tasogare had a dark grin plastered when she begged politely for him to fuck her. His sweet, loving Yoru-dear, always so kind, so understanding. Dark desires blossomed in his heart, "Take what you need, princess." He unbuttoned his shirt, released his belt and unzipped his pants, laid readily beneath as he positioned her atop of him, "I'm all yours."
Yor was intoxicated from the amount of attention the man below gave her. Her Loid. "You don't happen to do this to all the other assassins who came to you, do you? Tasogare-san." Yor savoured the control she gained back, started to feel him up after seeing him in full mast. Her cunt, wet and ready, swallowed him whole as she fitted his spear perfectly by sitting on him forcefully, "Unghhh, so good..." As Ibara-hime, the only thing that kept her sane was pain, and more pain. She learned that by feeding pain into her body, it numbs away all the guilt from her kills. Which was also the reason why she never minded any injuries she gained from her missions. They kept her feeling alive.
A squeeze around her right breast and left butt cheek brought a sharp inhale through her nose. This man- "Princess," Tasogare squeezed them harder, reading her needs and wants like a bible, "are you drifting away from me?" Hooking both her nipples together with the joints of his fingers, he tugged at them teasingly gaining those irresistible moans out of her, "Don't be jealous, I'd never fuck those trashes like I do you. After all, they don’t live to tell any tale. Only you." Because you're mine.
Ibara-hime never thought her heart (or womb) could get any fuller. From the time she spent with Loid Forger, she thought she had seen all of him. Tasogare was a whole different person altogether. He's passionate, intense and extremely dominating. He may have chose to respect her ego by laying bottom, she realised, however, he was still very much in control of the situation. Had he always been able to last this long? He thrusted vigorously, every stroke was meant to hit the deepest side of her core precisely. Each thrust kept her reminded of how well this man knew her body, her shape, her heart, "Oh god!" Yor choked when she felt her knees gave out and she fell right into his embrace. His mumbled an order idly, "You have my permission to cum on me, Ibara-hime." She climaxed in waves, wetting him as well as his bed. Coating his member with her love juice, letting out a deep and long moan of pleasure.
Tasogare let out a string of curses when he almost spilled in her warmth. Heaving a sigh shakily, he hurled her onto her back yet again. Kneeling on the wet sheets while kicking his pants away ruthlessly, his hands reached to grab onto both her ankles, lifted both legs straight to rest them on the right side of his chest. He struck his tongue playfully at her ankles that rested near his shoulder and admired the heels she wore for the night. Visible bloodstains. She lives up to her name then.
Never once disengaged from her, he started to pump eagerly into her tight shaft, "So welcoming, Princess. Your cunt is so tight- Makes me wonder how long you've neglected it." Swiftly spreading her legs into a 'V', he continued to pound into her rapidly, slapping his balls against her ass. The whole cabin was filled with sounds of their lovemaking, sexual and dirty talking.
Tasogare, Yor noted, apparently loves to dirty talk. And Ibara-hime, as observed from below Tasogare's lazy gaze, adored his lewd comments.
"Fuck. I'm cummin'," Tasogare stiffened, "Permission please, princess-"
"Unghyesss!" Tasogare was balls-deep in her, emptied a full load of himself into his ex-wife. The afterglow on her face shone prettily under the starry sky. He ascended his lips on hers, muffled her incoherent mumbles of content into his mouth.
Tomorrow, Tasogare will propose to Ibara-hime. Everything else would wait.
Falling into a deep slumber, he won't realise the loss of warmth until he wakes up tomorrow.