Chapter 8

Tsyr Ker drops from the opened skylight onto the ground of the empty warehouse. With the exception of the skylight, the warehouse id cast in darkness. Standing slowly, she moves to a lone stand and quietly removes her sword to place it, still in the sheath, onto the stand. The presence of something lurking in the shadows nags at her. She knows who it is, but she continues to ignore it and goes on about her normal routine. It is her one way to defy her master and keep her freewill.

After stripping off her equipment and the stealth suit, she is left standing naked. The light basks over her curvaceous body and leaves her hair shimmering. She stands there for several minutes enjoying the comfort of the light and open freedom. No matter where she stays, her routine always ends with her standing naked with thoughts of the past flowing through her mind. She never has regretted the past. What’s done is done. Dwelling on the past is a sign of weakness in her eyes and in this world there isn’t room for weakness. Tsyr Ker smiles to herself. Her master has patience.

And she has to have it or else her plans would never grow to fruition. Nothing brings more of a smile to Tsyr Ker’s face than stretching that patience to its limits. “What graces me with your presence, my master?” she asks without turning.

Talilith steps out from the shadows. A crooked smile curves across her face. She plays this game at every meeting that she holds with her pet assassin. It is more for her amusement that Tsyr Ker’s. Of course Talilith allows the other to believe she is in control—it is, after all, a good way to keep a servant motivated. “Your mission was as success?”

“We will know soon enough, I suspect,” Tsyr Ker replies.

“Yes,” Talilith says seductively. “Soon enough.” She begins to slowly walk toward the assassin, who remains motionless. Her hand stretches out and brushes across Tsyr Ker’s belly, causing ripples of ecstasy through her body. “You have done well and you deserve a reward,” Talilith whispers in her ear.

A flood of euphoria rushes through the assassin’s body. Chills ripple across the surface of her skin as her breathing comes on heavier and deeper. She hasn’t felt closeness like this since her time in the Black List. Sean de Lennet was assigned her partner when she had joined. He had shown and taught her everything she would need to know about being a member. After many months of working close together, their relationship grew beyond the scope of the job. He provided her with the closeness she needed, that which was denied to her when her parents died.

“Soon everything we have worked toward will blossom,” Talilith says in a whisper as she begins softly kissing her pet’s neck. “But now let us focus on the now.” She turns Tsyr Ker around to face her. Then she runs her lips over the other’s cheek and neck before slowly moving her hands up to the assassin’s breasts. She brushes her hand around the mound, palms it and rubs the nipple with her thumb.

Tsyr Ker feels her breasts growing warmer by the second. Her nipples are rigid and stick up firmly like little pellets. She moves her head around, stroking her cheek with her master’s. Her breath is almost hot now. Talilith briskly rubs her own breast. She feels it swelling and growing hot as well. Then she goes to her pet’s other breast and begins to stroke it. “Ohh,” Tsyr Ker coos. Talilith dips her head down to run her mouth over the breast. She circles in and concentrates on licking the hardened nub, sucking on the mound. Tsyr Ker moans again. She goes from one to the other, licking and sucking and rubbing. “Ahh,” Tsyr Ker breathes out hotly. She places her hands on her master’s head and brushes them around her neck and cheeks.

Talilith gently pulls her pet down onto the ground and slides atop her. She slowly rubs her body all over, brushing her breasts upon Tsyr Ker’s while stroking her ass. Tsyr Ker wraps her arms around the Goji and begins moving her body under hers. They pant and gasp with passion as they rub their chests and cunts together. Talilith slides down her pet’s body, running and sliding her tongue down to her belly button, then on down between her legs. She spread’s the assassin’s thigh and draws them back. She then grasps Tsyr Ker’s hips and sinks her face down on her clit. The Goji brushes her lips up and down the smooth slit to blow hotly on it. The assassin groans and clasps the back of her master’s head. Talilith slides her tongue slowly into her pet’s pussy. She swirls and flicks and jams it in. Her pet tastes so good, like musky cinnamon.

Tsyr Ker breathes out heavily and begins rotating her clit, pressing it upon her master’s mouth. Talilith gets the hint and slides her tongue up and down the hot bug, licking and then sucking it. The assassin gasps more, mashing her cunt upon Talilith’s face while still clutching her head. Without missing a lick, Talilith moves her body, scooting it around. With her legs she straddles her pet’s head and lowers herself down on her face.
Talilith feels the tip of the assassin’s tongue touch her folds and then she slides it in. A shaft of wet fire stabs up her pussy, all the way to her breasts. Her heart thuds. Tsyr Ker jabs her tongue in and out of Talilith’s snatch, sending hot stinging barbs shooting up her channel. They thrash and wriggle and lick and suck, sending each other over the edge—to the peak of climax, of rapture, of orgasmic paradise