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Seducing the sniper assassin (mission 1, part 2)
🕑 Added 2017-08-29 03:58:38 +0000 UTCI pick up the gauntlet and turn it over in my hand. It’s heavy and there is a certain power to it. I slip it over my fingers and flex the glove into a fist.
“Yes,” I chuckle. “Oh, yes. This is… I feel the power of this thing now.”
It’s like a drug has flooded my body, giving me absolute confidence. I feel as if I could shrug off bullets and punch through bank vaults. And that’s with just one armored glove. Doomlord had a whole ridiculous suit of armor. Most of it was trashed when Agent: 69 and that big mutant cyber gorilla Dunston took him down. There was rumored to be another surviving gauntlet, but it has gone missing. What if Talon already has it?
They would want a matching pair badly enough to send their deadliest and sexiest agent.
It is time for me to find out if my plan for Silencer has any chance of success. I dial the Grand Hotel from the telephone in my room.
“Grand Hotel, how may I be of service?”
“Yes, I have a message for Miss Emily Giraud.”
“Go ahead, sir,” says the concierge.
“Give her my apologies for delaying her flight and please tell her that I have what she wants. She can find me in the penthouse suite of the Numbari Palace Hotel.”
“I will relay the message immediately, sir,” says the concierge. “Would you like to remain on the line?”
“No,” I say and hang up the phone.
I send a quick message to Talbert telling him that I have begun phase two of the project. I have been preparing for first contact with one of the operatives of Watchtower or Venom for years. I always assumed it would be someone more like Tracker. But why not take a chance with the deadliest assassin in the world? What do I have to lose?
I sit beside the fireplace in the maine suite, my dim reflection superimposed over the glittering lights of Numbari’s nighttime skyline, and the interface equipment already set up on the antique mahogany table. Doomlord’s ridiculous glove is back in its box, with the addition of a single red bow, placed on the table as well. My back is to the suite’s door.
As I expected, I do not hear Silencer enter the room. She seems to materialize from the shadows, her shapely hips swaying in her slinky bodysuit and her flawless skin a uniquely cyanotic shade of blue-gray. She has a predatory smile on her face. Her golden eyes flash as she meets my reflected gaze. She steps up behind me, one cyber-clawed hand on my shoulder and the other curling around to delicately stroke razor-sharp nails across my cheek.
“Jacob Pryce,” she says.
“Ah, you know me,” I chuckle.
“No one can hide from my sight,” she answers coolly. “What is it you think I want, Monsieur Pryce?”
“More things than you realize, but you can begin with the box on the table.”
She moves with precise, confident turns and steps. Her legs are long and accentuated by the skintight violet and black costume she wears. Her bottom is quite shapely, swallowing up the violet bodysuit into the valley between her buttocks, her plump cheeks seemingly enlarged by Silencer’s extravagant, thigh-high boots. Her high heels click across the wooden floor. She glances at me as she rounds the table and picks up the box. Her fingers hesitate on the lid.
“No trap,” I say. “Would you like me to open it?”
She chuckles, her laughter cold. “You cannot trap me in your web, Monsieur Pryce.”
She opens the box and her smile becomes a bit more genuine.
“A gift,” I say.
“Really?” She picks the gauntlet up, turns it around in her hands, and returns it to its case. She begins to walk back around the table towards me. “I was looking forward to finishing off that relic from Watchtower. I have a taste for blood.”
“Yes, you do,” I agree, thinking back along the list of men, women, and mechanoids she has assassinated since joining Talon. Her hands return to my shoulders. She leans the cool softness of her cleavage against the back of my neck and her chin against the top of my head.
“Merci, Mr. Pryce. You must really like me.” She caresses my cheek again with those deadly fingertips. “Almost a pity that I will have to kill you tonight.”
“I agree, it would be tragic,” I say. “But that silly glove isn’t the only gift I brought for you. The equipment on the table is a neural calibrator.”
She stiffens slightly.
“Yes,” I say. “Very similar, but more advanced, than what Talon used to brainwash you.”
“I make my own choices,” she says, her voice growing colder. “If you have something to offer, out with it. I am growing tired of this.”
I rise very slowly from the chair, keeping my hands where she can see them the whole time. I turn just as slowly and, for more than a moment, I am struck by her deadly beauty. The plunging neckline of her bodysuit reveals the soft mounds of her breasts. Her eyes are large and cruel, but also bewitching. Her forehead and the front of her silky black hair are hidden beneath her targeting optics with its spiderlike eyes that could glow red just before she decides to shoot me.
“You’re haunted, Emily,” I say softly. “By a past you only barely remember. He comes to you in your dreams and—“
She grabs me by my throat and pushes me against the huge wall. I can feel the blades in her fingers biting into my neck, less than a centimeter, but the pinch is painful.
“Do not speak of what is in my mind,” she hisses. “One word and you will perish.”
“That calibrator on the table,” I say, forcing myself to looking into her murderous golden eyes. “It has been fed your neural topography. I can make it go away, Silencer. I can make her go away, forever. Or… I can bring it all back. Everything they took from you.”
“Bahh!” She pushes my head back in anger, but she releases me. “Talon made me who I am. Why would I let you change me?”
“Because of the nightmares,” I say. “You have them almost every night.”
Anger, sadness, and confusion flash across her face. She finally looks at me and the cruelty, that mask of evil, has momentarily slipped from her expression.
“If I accept your help, what do you want?”
“One night with you,” I say. She laughs. I press forward, daring to touch her hand. “One night to convince you that you would have a better place in the organization I am building.”
“I do not want money,” she says, obviously still considering my offer. I take her hand and slowly bring it down to the control surface for the calibrator. “I can give you the world, Silencer. Or I can give it to Emily. It is your choice.”
She pulls her hand away from mine and turns to me, plucking at my shirt. She toys with the topmost pearl button.
“What if my choice is to finish you off?”
I take hold of her shapely hips.
“Then it will be my honor to try to stop you,” I say and before she can offer another one of her sinister rejoinders, I press my lips to hers and feel the coolness of her skin against mine. She pulls back for a moment, looks into my eyes, and kisses me right back, thrusting the hungry serpent of her tongue into my mouth. Her clawed hands cradle my face as I press against her and gently drive her back against the table.
It is everything I dreamed, even if her mouth has a strange taste like dried flowers. Her body is firm and yet deliciously yielding as my hands fondle and squeeze her ample bottom. She breaks the kiss and dive her mouth to my neck, hissing and biting at my skin hard enough to make me moan with pain. Her bite lessens and she moves lower, her hands tearing open the front of my shirt and sending buttons flying.
“You are a fool, Monsieur Pryce, but I will grant your request,” she says and she sucks at the tender skin of my chest just beneath my collarbone. Her lips pop free of my bruised chest and she laughs at me. “Perhaps you will wish I had not before we are finished.”
She gives my nipples a quick flick of her tongue before rising again to kiss me hungrily. The clawed fingers of one hand weave into my dark hair and she holds me still as her tongue prowls against mine. I cannot stop squeezing her lusciously round ass, feeling the give and the toned muscle beneath it.
“You have an interest in mon derrière?” Her laugh is soft against my lips.
“Yes,” I hiss in reply. Her other hand snips the leather of my belt. She pulls the belt out of the loops and tosses it away. Her claws shred the front of my trousers. It’s a harrowing slice of four razor sharp blades. A sudden prickle makes me wince against her kiss as she nicks my hard cock with one of her nails.
“Oh, did I get you? Poor bebe.”
“I cannot believe I am touching you finally,” I reply. “You’re even more beautiful in person.”
“Yes? Than on your little spy cameras?” She turns against me and presses her hips against the table. Her round ass spreads slightly in her tight bodysuit. She raises a gloved hand and slips her blue-gray fingers out of the claw. I moan as her cool hand grasps my cock. She pulls me against her ass, between her luscious cheeks.
“Ohhhh fuck,” I moan as her soft mounds of vinyl-wrapped assflesh surround my shaft.
“Yes, if you’d like,” she laughs, looking back over her shoulder. “Squeeze my bottom, Monsieur Pryce. Give me, as you Americans would say, the hawt dog.”
I squeeze her cheeks tight around my cock and thrust against her, riding my rigid length against her yielding mounds. My precum is already oozing out and provides some additional lubrication as I fuck between the pressed mounds of her ass, building warmth from the friction. Her ass jiggles less than I would expect with each impact of my hips. There is a lot of firm muscle within that onion-shaped, violet-encased bottom.
“Ooooh yes, monsieur, I feel you rubbing against my asshole. Do you like?”
“I’d like it better without this in the way?” I say, giving her bottom a smack.
“That can be arranged, just for you,” she slips her fingers over hidden seams and the tension in her costume is suddenly released. It peels from her back and shoulder and thighs almost like a snakeskin falling away. Her smooth, blue-gray skin is revealed, a faint darkening at her anus and in the delicate folds of her hairless cunt. Her glistening pink shows between the outer petals of her cuntlips.
I cannot resist. I drop to my knees behind her, clapping both hands on her luscious ass and burying my face against the backs of her shapely thighs. My tongue pushes into the channel of her pussy. It’s warm, but not hot as I would expect. I know from watching her that her body temperature is significantly lower than a normal human. That’s fine, I can heat her up.
I give her ass another smack and her head jerks up. She coos with pleasure and pushes her thick ass into my face. I lap at her sweet slit, spreading her pussy open with the thumbs of both of my hands, admiring her tightness before fucking my tongue into her. She gasps and her inner walls squeeze against my thrusting tongue.
“Silencer,” I moan against her cunt. She rocks back against my face, grinding over my tongue and spilling her nectar into my mouth.
“Oooh oui, oui!” She cries. “It is so good! Suck it. Suck my clit, Monsieur Pryce! Suck my little ass hole.”
There is a faint electricity to her body, some cybernetic implant tickling at my tongue as I lick her tiny clit, slip my tongue into her warmer channel, and flick between her cheeks. Her asshole clenches tight. I give it another lick and another, swirling around her pucker as I pull her against my face, hugging her lovely ass. I push two fingers into her cunt, making sure my knuckles give her clit a bump with each thrust. I suck her pussy, clit, and ass as she moans and rides against my face.
“OOuuuuuuiiiii!” She cries out, a bit of color actually showing in her face. “Oooohhh it is so good! I am cumming! Ohh, I almost feel something!”
Her pussy throbs and clenches at my fingers. My tongue slips into her squeezing asshole and I tongue-fuck her purple pucker. Silencer shudders with pleasure, reaching back with an ungloved hand to pull me even deeper into her ass. She looks back at me out of one golden eye, I look right back over the mounds of her bottom.
“La petite mort,” she giggles and finally pushes my face away from her ass. “I usually prefer the big one.”
She makes a gun with her fingers and pretends to shoot me with it. She turns around again, holding my head with both hands as I look up at her.
“It would be so easy,” she says, wrapping her fingers tighter in my hair. “A quick twist. A snap. Darkness.”
“We’re just getting started,” I say, pushing away her hands and rising to my feet.
“Just because you are good with your tongue does not mean you will be good with—AH!”
I catch her by surprise, grabbing her wrists and using my body to push her backwards over the table. Before she can offer another one of her menacing jokes, I push her legs up and guide my cock to her dewy chatte.
Her lips form into a wordless oval of pleasure as I sink my thick hardness into her tight channel. I thrust into her deep, parting her legs around me and leaning over her so that I can kiss and fondle her lovely breasts. Her nipples are a darker blue than even her anus and her breasts jiggle much more as I thrust in and out of her warming cunt. Friction and my body heat is slowly churning her tight little pussy into a steamy fuckfurnace.
Did I mention I’ve been practicing this part a lot too? Women flock to money, but I wanted women who would teach me things. Like how to pounds a pussy, suck a woman’s nipple, and get a finger into her ass all at once. It’s top tier multitasking for a sexual battlefield. I can tell by the look on Silencer’s face that she appreciates the effort. Her spit lubed ass flutters around my thrusting finger as I cup her ass with one hand and pump that finger in and out with each stroke of my cock into her pussy.
“Ohhhhh mon dieu!” She looks up, past me, at the ceiling, her eyes seemingly going out of focus. “Et voilà! Your cock, it is so big!”
I pound her hard and fast, my pleasure taking over for my talents. Her pussy is fluttering around me with each stroke, soft gasps of pleasure escaping her violet lips as she cums again and again around my thrusting fuckmeat. I grip her ass with both hands and fuck her with deep, irregular strokes, drawing out her pleasure and holding mine off for a few more seconds.
“Now I feel alive!” She cries and an almost human color has returned to her face and the upper curve of her breasts. She arches beneath me, her pussy clutching tight around my cock, and I cannot hold back any longer. I look into her golden eyes as my cock throbs and I unleash my hot cum into her warmed depths. “Oooh it is so hot! I am on fire!”
Her walls milk my spurting length, drawing out every pulse of my orgasm until her tight, slick cunt has drained me dry. I slowly pull out of her as my cock begins to soften. A trickle of my cum spills from her blushing, almost pink pussy.
Silencer looks into my eyes as she reaches a finger down and dips the tip into her creamy pussy. She lifts a glistening dollop of my cum to her lips and sucks it clean.
“Delicious,” she says. “Perhaps another taste?”
She sits up and takes hold of my flaccid cock. Her mouth engulfs it and her tongue curls around and beneath my shaft. She looks up at me as she sucks me with incredible skill. Even though I have just cum, her bobbing mouth, hollowing cheeks, and deft tongue have my cock stone-hard in seconds. She doesn’t stop, she just takes me deeper, slurping my hard length into her throat and wincing slightly as she takes every inch.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan.
I’ve recorded a few passing intimate encounters between Silencer and other members of Venom and Watchtower, including a dalliance with Agent: 69, but I’ve never seen her do that. Her silky throat swallows around my cock and massages my sensitive tip. Surely she can feel me straining harder and harder, my pleasure growing with each bob of mouth and throat on my cock. She doesn’t stop or even slow down. She’s proving some sort of point.
“There’s no escape,” I gasp, trying and failing to take a step away.
“Mmmmmhmmm,” she agrees, reaching between my legs to squeeze my tightening balls.
She sucks harder, reminding me of how powerfully she can suck when she wants. Her eyes have a hint of mischief and I feel her finger moving behind my balls.
“Ohhhh fuUUCCK!” I cry out as her finger pushes into my asshole. The moment it presses against my prostate, I can’t hold back. A deep, intense, involuntary throbbing triggers my orgasm as I blast my cum straight down Silencer’s sucking throat. Her finger curls inside me and she seems to tap against my prostate, driving me over the edge again as my eyes go wide and I shoot again and again into her mouth. It’s orgasm twice as long and intense as any I’ve had.
She slips her finger out of my ass and lets my over-sensitive cock fall from her lips.
“Mmmm, merci,” she chuckles, wiping a pearly drop of spunk from the corner of her lips. “I think I am going to have a shower now. Would you like to join me?”
Silencer offers me her hand. Although it feels like she has just sucked the marrow from my bone, I nod weakly, take her hand, and follow her into the luxury spa shower. Hot jets rinse our bodies as we embrace and kiss once more. I can taste myself on her lips and she can likely taste her own nectar. I drop my face to her breasts, squeezing her plump mounds against me and licking and sucking at her violet nipples.
It takes a fair bit more fondling and kissing to get me hard again, but once I am at full staff, she turns around, reaches back, and spreads her thick ass.
“You tasted it,” she says. “Now you fuck it. Bien?”
“Très bien,” I reply, lining my fat tip up against the violet pucker of her asshole. Warm water jets against our bodies as I grab Silencer’s slender waist and push my cockhead into her delicate clench. She squeezes tighter for a moment before letting out a soft moan as my thrusting cock overcomes her resistance and pushes into her ass. Finally, there is the heat I have been seeking. I thrust slowly and steadily into her, burying centimeter after centimeter of my hard dick up her assassin asshole.
“Yes, fuck me,” she cries, pushing her ass back and impaling herself to the root on my hard tool. Her plump bottom slaps against my hips and I pull her even tighter, until my balls are pressing firmly against her slick pussy. She looks back at me and growls, “Hold nothing back, Monsieur Pryce!”
When a woman gives you an order like that, you’d better give her what she wants. My grip tightens on her waist and I slam my cock into her squeezing asshole and deep into the hot tunnel beyond. I work up to a pace so forceful that each impact of my hips against her ass is making the water splash. She’s incredible, arching her back, pushing against me, watching me over her shoulder, and gasping in her sensual voice with each deep thrust.
“Oui… oh! Fuck my ass!”
I find some reserve of energy and thrust harder and deeper into the clutching depths of her delicious, heart-shaped ass. I feel something moving inside her each time I thrust and I realize she has three fingers buried in her cunt and is furiously frigging her little clit. She bites her lower lip, her head bobbing with the force of each of my thrusts and her silky black hair wet and splayed out over the sinister spider tattoo on her back.
“A little more,” she whines, perhaps sensing my impending orgasm. “Oh! Oh, oui! Here it is! Ahhhhhhhh!”
She throws her head back and arches hard against me. Her dangling breasts swing with each stroke into her ass. I hold fast to her waist and punish her stretched pucker, feeling it begin to throb and spasm around my thrusting cock. As soon as I know she is cumming, I give in to the churning cauldron of my own pleasure, slipping past the point of no return. My sperm unloads into Silencer’s shuddering ass, painting her hot depths with every last drop of my cum. I push her against the wall, staying inside her, feeling her aftershocks as she slowly withdraws her fingers.
“You are almost exhausted,” she giggles. “Perhaps I will kill you after all.”
I pull out of her with a soft slurp. She turns and embraces me, kissing me as her soft breasts mash against my chest. She raises a thigh against my hip.
“If this is how I die,” I laugh against her lips, “so be it.”
Silencer doesn’t kill me. At least not tonight. I think she is trying though. We fall into the spacious bed together, the master bedroom’s fireplace rising at the foot of the bed to bathe our bodies in crackling warmth. She tangles me in her long legs. She kisses me and sucks at me and somehow coaxes me back to hardness once more. She climbs atop me and rides me, a vision with bouncing breasts and her cunt devouring my cock with each buck of her hips.
Not content to merely wave her lovely breasts in my face, she leans forward and cradles my face against them, smothering me in her cool, soft titflesh. Not that I am not enjoying myself. My heart strains in my chest as I cum inside her once again and Silencer laughs haughtily, rhythmically riding my spurting cock and stroking me with her slick, velvet walls.
Later, after she has taken a thorough bath, she straddles my face and spills her nectar against my tongue. I roll her onto her back, taking charge of her pleasure and sucking her clit as I plunge three and then four fingers into her tight cunt. She arches so hard off the bed that only her shoulders, head, and the soles of her feet are still touching the mattress. Her sweetness is unique and her flowery musk lingers in my nostrils.
Somehow, she makes me cum one last time, stroking me between the soft mounds of her breasts and coaxing my dribbling spunk out with her swirling tongue. As she tastes my feeble eruption, her lips engulf my overworked tip and she sucks quite hard, drawing out my pleasure into agony.
“Alright!” I cry, pushing her head away.
“Magnifique!” She laughs, kissing her fingertips. To my surprise, she crawls beside me on the bed and cuddles her shapely body against me. Her fingers toy with the dark hairs on my chest. “Perhaps I will keep you around for a while longer.”
I put my arm beneath her and pull her tighter. Her fingertips toy with my closest nipple.
“Have you made up your mind?” I ask.
She gives my nipple a pinch.
“What if I do this thing you offer,” she say, lifting her head slightly to look me in the eyes. “What do you want from me after this?”
“I want you to work for me,” I say. “Not Talon. Either way.”
“What would I do for you?” She says, pushing up on her elbows so that her plump breasts hang against the bed. “Will I be your sex toy? Your pet?”
“If you’d like,” I chuckle. “I thought you’d prefer to kill people for me.”
She laughs. “You are a businessman. Who do you need killed?”
“Businessmen need people killed all the time. I have greater ambitions. I want to dismantle Talon and Watchtower and create something new. I want to rule it all, mon petit chou.” I reach around her and give her a squeeze on the bottom. “And I need you by my side. What do you say?”
“Mmmmmm,” she says, pursing her lips. “I will consider this, Monsieur Pryce.”
She rests her head against my chest, her silky black hair spreading across my shoulder and arm like a huge ink stain. I cradle her against me, my breathing slowing and darkness coming in my exhausted states.
