Chapter 1 - Something Taken

    Dennec was never much of a fan of Kryta. He'd spent his youth growing up in castles and posh conditions, hobnobbing with Krytian royalty and consistently listening to everyone else's first world problems. After the incident with the centaur at Shaemoor, Dennec found himself getting more attention than he would of liked, so after doing his part in rebuilding the recently sieged town, he vanished from Kryta without much of a trace at all, only inconclusive and infrequent sightings in the Shiverpeak Mountains and Hoelbrak. While Dennec knew his self-imposed exile would only last so long, he found himself getting pulled back into Krytian politics, but in a much different state-of-affairs then when he was younger. 

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    “You sure can pick'em, Aerven.” Dennec grinned as he piled the last piece of silver from the split open leather satchel onto the stack that had been laid on the small wooden table. Aerven waved his hand slightly in Dennec's direction in an agitated manner, his mouth moving in silence as he counted to himself. Dennec rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair, throwing both of his legs up onto the table and crossing them at the ankle with a thud, the stacks of coins shaking and toppling slightly, causing Aerven to cast a rather annoyed glance in his direction. “I wasn't -finished- yet.” Aerven mumbled as he slowly rubbing his hand across his face. “Six piece and some change. I'll even let you keep the decimal points. Aren't I nice?” Dennec quipped without missing a beat, scooping his share of the haul from the table. Aerven sighed and collected the remaining coins from the table, “And yes, I can pick them, because I pay attention and do my homework.” He cast an accusing glare in Dennec's direction, who didn't seem to be paying much attention, though he does reply offhandedly, “I don't like your insinuation, Aerven.” Aerven was already standing and dusting off the front of his slacks, “I'm sure you don't. Until next time, Dennec. Try and stay out of trouble, won't you?” Dennec scoffed as Aerven made his way out of the tavern, rocking back into his chair to swing his legs off the table, dropping them to the floor with a dull thunk. He cast a glance around the mostly empty tavern with a bit of a sigh, catching a flash of platinum blond from his quick once over and finally focusing on it. Her hair was cropped just a little past her chin, with her bangs flipped to one side as she sat at a table near the window of the tavern by the door, her back to the wall as she feverishly scrawled away at a piece of parchment. Her eyes darted back and forth across the sheet, almost a dull violet color, which Dennec found both unusual and rather enchanting. He hummed to himself briefly before standing up with a bit of a grunt, stuffing his hands into the front pockets of his slacks as he made his way to the door, his eyes glancing back over at the blond's table, her eyes lifting to meet his as he was leaving, he caught her lips curling into a slight smirk during their brief bout of eye contact with one another. Dennec stepped out into the daylight, raising a brow slightly in thought. Did she recognize him from somewhere? 

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     It felt like he had been standing in the darkened alley for hours, just watching the scarcely populated streets. It was well past dusk, and likely approaching midnight, if it hadn't already. Dennec shifted slightly, rubbing the back of his head through the thin hood he had drawn over him. His coat flared out behind him on the step he sat upon, idlely tapping his foot. He was almost positive he was in the right spot, but he couldn't shake the feeling that there was a possibility that he was set up. That his mark wasn't coming, that the city guard was getting into position and ready to pounce on him. He slowly lifted his head up, flicking his gaze down the west side of the street, then the east. He started to rise up from his seated posture before he froze, staring off at nine-o'-clock at the fidgety looking nobleman that had just stepped onto the road. Dennec breathed a soft sigh of relief, but continued to rise from the step in as casual a manner as he could. Sliding his hands into his pockets and slowly strolling up the opposite direction of the street as the nobleman. The mark had done his best to be inconspicuous, wearing dull blue, rather plain looking slacks and a black vest on top of his matching linen shirt. To some, he may have even fooled them into believing he was a commoner. What gave him away was his necklace. The seal of the Ministry of Zamon. Once Dennec was behind him, he crossed the street, flattening his back into the doorway of a closed shop, eyeing his mark from the corner and over his shoulder. He took a slow, deep breath, then rolled from the wall on his shoulder, into a brisk stride, tailing the mark. The nobleman kept his brisk, but uneven pace, finally mustering up the courage to peek over his shoulder behind him, only to be greeted by a vacant street. A hand darted from the dark alley flanking him, the palm and fingers wrapping around his mouth to shroud his muffled cry as he was pulled into the alley. Dennec forced him to the gravel, applying pressure to his hand on his mouth. He reached back to his belt and pulled one of his daggers free with a soft sound of steel rubbing across leather. The mark's eyes widened and he began to quiver, his muffled cries becoming louder and more frequent. Dennec hooked the point of the dagger into the chain of his necklace, cutting it free from his neck and letting the flash of gold slide down into his gloved palm, still clutching his dagger. He allowed for a bit of slack in his hand, allowing the dagger to rotate slightly before he regains a firm grip on it, bringing the blade to the quivering man's neck. Dennec hesitated. 
     
     Something wasn't right, there was another set of eyes on them. Dennec slightly raised his head, looking up toward the upper level of the building to their left in the alley. The same flash of platinum blond... Her. They made eye contact again, even though the bridge of her nose and her eyes were mostly shrouded in shadow, he could see the small pools of dull violet. She was watching him; watching him like a cat. In an instant, Dennec applied force to the dagger, the steel penetrating flesh and slitting the nobleman's throat. He flicked the blade clean of most of the blood, pushing himself up into a standing posture as he sheathed his dagger again. He stared up at her in silence, almost as if he was challenging her to do something, to say something, to him. Lowering her posture, she hung from the protruding lantern fixture by her ankles, swinging back to press her palms to the side of the structure and swing her legs free, using the momentum to kick from the side of the building in an almost vertical back handspring. She was in front of him, taking slow steps toward him as her gaze remained fixed on his dead mark. She crouched down briefly, using one hand to slowly close the mark's eyes, frozen open in horror, before she stood up again, inches from him as she slowly drew her hood back, but only slightly. “...I had no idea.” She quietly murmured, extending a hand slowly to lightly draw her gloved fingertips across Dennec's stubbled cheek. He kept his eyes fixed on her, ready to cut her down should she try anything hostile. “Who. Are. You.” Dennec sternly punctuated his words, breathing them against her. Her playful violet eyes softened a bit as she smirked, “I'm the same as you...” She breathed, slowly rolling her index finger across his lips, thinned from the deadpan look he was continuing to give her. Voices behind them, and the faint glow of lantern light. Dennec darted his head over his shoulder as his muscles tensed, feeling his hand being tugged in the opposite direction, “We need to leave.” She murmured to him in a hurried manner. He nodded in silence, allowing her to lead the way as he tailed her, darting through the dark alleyways and ducking in and out of shadows. 

     Soon, they found themselves overlooking the Plaza of Lyssa, and the blond lightly tugged at Dennec's coat sleeve, smiling a bit as she darted her head up in the direction of a ladder leading into a faintly glowing window. Dennec stared at her, watching her grab the rungs to the ladder and slowly climb her way up it. As she got above his eye level, he watched as she shifted her weight a bit and flared her coat out, giving him a rather clear shot of her firm, rounded backside practically being framed in the tight leather pants she wore, even going so far as to wiggling it slightly back and forth as she climbed. Maybe it was unintentional, and Dennec was just thinking too much of it, though she rested her upper torso across the lip of the window, leading inside, her lower half still bent down as her feet planted into one of the upper rungs of the ladder, her coat slowly floating back down over her backside. She turned slightly to look at him, casting a glance down to him as she propped her chin up on her palm, “Coming? Or are you just going to... enjoy the view?” Dennec flicked his gaze up to her, blinking once, confused as to if she was referring to his staring at her, though her eyes were cast out into the night sky. He shook his head slightly, “I... I'm not finished yet. I have something else I need to take care of.” He planted his foot on the lip of the bridge that ran across the Plaza, “It seems we'll run into each other again, I'm sure.” She said nothing, just grinned at him as hopped down from the lip of the bridge, beginning his climbing descent to the street below. Dennec began to stride swiftly to the gates of Divinity's Reach, his fingers rubbing smoothly across his palm, before he realized something was missing. The necklace. She took the proof. Dennec stopped in his tracks, turning on his heel and flicking his gaze quickly up to the rooftops. He saw a flash of platinum blond and a slight glint of gold reflecting from the light of the window as she waved to him, already taking off across the rooftops. Dennec grit his teeth, slamming his fist into his palm. “Damnit...” 

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     It had been several days since that night, and he still hadn't see heads or ...rather nice tail of the blond. He hadn't even returned to his contact, since he had no proof that he'd completed his deed; in fact, he was rather certain that she had cashed in on his work. A risk of the job, is what Dennec kept telling himself, but it didn't make his failure feel any better. As he sat on a bench just outside of the baker's, lightly munching on a biscuit, a rather young looking teenager bumped his way through the crowd, seeming in a hurry to be somewhere fast. Surprisingly, he marched right up to Dennec and dropped a rather plain looking letter in his lap. With that, he was already taking off down the street without even casting a glance back. Holding the biscuit between his teeth, Dennec tore the edge of the envelope off, sliding the contents into his hand. Sure enough it was a letter, a rather brief one at that, from his contact setting up a time and location to meet. Dennec huffed around his biscuit, causing crumbs to flick forward from his mouth. He balled up the envelope and the letter, stuffing it into his pocket as he gripped the biscuit in his hand again, chewing slowly on the piece he had pulled off, striding down the street toward the Salma District. 

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     Slowly raising his hand, Dennec wrapped his gloved knuckles against the nondescript door, before stuffing his hand back into his pocket. He heard the eye cover slide open from the door, and Dennec lifted his head to stare at the barely visible set of eyes looking through the slat. The slat slid shut again and the sound of the door unlocking could be heard, before it creaked open. Dennec slid in and shut the door behind him, locking it back. Aerven was sitting at a rather plain looking wooden table, who Dennec wasn't even paying much attention to, his gaze resting upon the platinum blond sitting across from him. “Ah, Dennec. I was hoping that letter got to you. It isn't like you to miss payment.” Aerven greeted him, with a rather confused tone. Dennec looked just as confused as he turned his attention back to him. “Beg pardon?” Dennec murmured, flicking his gaze between the two sitting at the table. “Well, you didn't tell me you wouldn't be working alone like you usually do, but you did complete what was asked and I was given the proof of the deed... so... you are due for payment, are you not?” Aerven shrugged slightly, still not completely understanding the confusion that Dennec was experiencing. “He's quite impressive to work with...” The blond slowly grinned a Chesire Cat grin in Dennec's direction. “Indeed, he's very reliable and does as he's asked. Bit of a twat, though...” Aerven grinned at Dennec as well, the blond giggling a bit at the comment. Dennec said nothing, approaching the table and looking down at the coins on the table. “...Half.” Dennec murmured in observation, before slowly turning his head to look at the blond, who winked at him seductively.

     “Right, well, you two can work that out if it isn't sufficient. I'll be in touch Dennec.” Aerven commented offhandedly as he waved a hand slightly, rising from his chair and heading to the door, the two men by the door following in his stead as he left, shutting the door back behind him. Dennec never took his gaze off the blond. “Something on my face?” She curled her tongue slightly, using the tip of it to lick across the corner of her mouth as if to add to the comment.
“Is that your game?” Dennec murmured flatly to her.
“Game? Well, I'm better at keg brawl, to be honest.”
“Cut the shit. Why are you so invested in me?”
She giggled a bit more, “You're quite modest aren't you?”
Dennec pressed his palms into the table and curled his fingers in, forming fists with his hands, “Just... answer me.”
The blond sighed in mock exasperation, “If you must know, we had the same mark... I just had... different reasons and our paths seemed to cross and I, as they say, seized the moment.” She unfolded her legs for a moment to kick her right leg over her left, bouncing it lightly, “Though, I had no idea you dabbled in such... darker things.”
“It doesn't really work as well if you look like an assassin, you know.” Dennec murmured in a bit of a hostile, but still smarmy fashion.
“Sure. Point taken. So, is that it? Or are you a man of many...” She looked him over once, then twice, three times, “Many talents...” She curled the tip of her tongue across her top lip briefly, the corners of her lips curling into a coy grin.
“I don't know. You seem to know a fair bit about me, maybe you should tell me.” Dennec used his foot to hook the leg of the chair Aerven was in, pulling it to him and flopping down in it, sitting across from her.
The blond pursed her lips slightly, before smirking a bit again, “Must you be so rude to me? I could of taken all of it, you know.”
“It would have been less insulting if you did.” Dennec quipped back almost instantly, which gave the blond pause. 

     She scanned her eyes over his face, before sighing in a defeatist manner. She reached into her coat and tossed a small leather pouch onto the table, “Then take it all.” She huffed. Dennec stared at the pouch for a moment, then lifted his gaze back to her, slowly shaking his head. The blond blinked at him, tilting her head slightly, “I don't understand. You... don't want the money?” She asked quietly.
Dennec raised a gloved hand and brushed it through his mohawked hair, shrugging slightly as he leaned back in the chair, using his left foot to balance himself as he pressed it to the leg of the table. “You think it's about the money? Hmph... I guess I do still keep some secrets from you.” Dennec smirked, staring at her with his own mimicked version of her seductive glare. This seemed to flip a bit of a switch in the blond, and she crossed her arms and huffed at him, narrowing her brows. “Did I hit a nerve?” Dennec tilted his head slightly, reclining a bit more in the chair.
The blond's features softened a bit and she slowly exhaled, using a hand to slightly brush her bangs from her face. “You intrigue me. I like to watch you.” She quietly admitted.
Dennec lifted a brow slowly, “You like... to watch?” The blond rolled her eyes slightly at the comment, though she said nothing. “...Oh shit, you haven't seen me... y'know....” Dennec began, letting the chair rest back onto the floor in the empty room as he leaned forward across the table and mock whispered to her as he made a slow up and down motion with his hand, “Jack it, have you?”
The blond stared at the display, before her body began to shake with laughter, “And what if I have? What does it mean?” She leaned in a bit to the table as well, lifting her eyebrows at her own question.
“Well... two things... one; how's my technique? And two, what'd you think?” He eyed her quizzically as he asked these questions in mock seriousness.
The blond continued to laugh, before shrugging hopelessly, “Sadly, no... I have not seen you 'jack it'” She began, using air quotes to highlight his own words. “But.... should you opt to show me... I'll be sure to let you know what I think.” She leaned forward a bit more on the table, propping her elbows on the table as she cradled her chin in her palms, winking at him slightly. She seemed to be rather enjoying toying with someone who could keep up with her.
“Why the fuck would I jack it if you're right there? At this point, I could just let you do it and you could show me the 'right' way to do it.” He used his own air quotes, though he knew they weren't nearly as appropriate as hers, he was already stretching it as it was.
She giggled again, lightly running an index finger across her own cheek, “I see, so you think that I'd just be all on board with whipping you out and stroking my hands up and down you, mm?” She almost purred the words, and the tension in the crotch of Dennec's pants was much more apparent to him at this point and time.
He swallowed slightly, though hid it well enough as he formed his retort, “You said it yourself; I intrigue you. Is that just limited to certain things, or does all of me intrigue you? You must be curious about certain things, no?” He shrugged his shoulders slightly as he proposed the question.  
She lightly chewed on her lower lip, nodding her head slightly, “A fair assumption. If you're offering to let me see more, then please... by all means.” She lifted her head from her palms and spread her arms out as if to say the floor was his as she leaned back into her chair. Dennec was at a bit of a crossroads. She was good enough to where he wasn't sure if she was serious or not, and if she wasn't and he just dropped his dick on the table, any idea that he was a smooth operator would all but evaporate right here and now. But the way her eyes burned into him seemed like they were ripe with anticipation.
“Is this one of those... I'll show you mine, if you show me yours situations?” Dennec finally asked her, starting to stand up from the chair, finally making his decision.

     She shrugged her shoulders slightly, “That all depends on you... Dennec.” She purred his name smoothly, letting the word flow from her tongue. His bulge throbbed slightly, and her gaze was no longer on his face, but on the crotch of his pants, now rather visible to her, and she bit her lip once again. Dennec sighed slowly, unlatching his belt and untying the tie to his pants slowly. He hooked his thumbs into his loose pants and his undergarment, pulling them down together, just enough so that his semi-erect shaft and his heavy sack were exposed to her. The shaft bobbed slightly with excitement as it was exposed to her. Dennec shifted his gaze to the left quickly, checking to see that the door was locked, which it wasn't. Seeming to sense his concern, the blond rose up from her chair and turned around, walking backward to the door as she kept her eyes on his exposed shaft. She pressed her back to the wooden door as she began to lock it, slowly lifting her gaze up to his face, “No escape. Now you're trapped with me.” She purred once again, silk flowing from her lips. She took slow steps toward him, rolling her shoulders backward to shed her long coat, letting it drape on her arms before she removed it completely and set it on her chair. Slowly she pulled her scarf from around her neck next, slowly starting to crouch to her knees in front of Dennec, her hands resting on her thighs, still enough of a distance from him so her face wasn't all that close to his shaft. “Please... do continue.” She murmured to him, flicking her violet eyes up to him for a moment, then back down. Dennec pulled his gloves off of his hands, smoothly lowering his left down to his shaft as his fingers closed around it. He squeezed his thick shaft, starting from the base and worked his way up to the swelling tip, a rather hefty amount of precum oozing from the slit as he did so. The blond's face was visibly flushed, only slightly, but still noticeable as she took a slow breath, watching him with rapt attention.
     
     Dennec continued to roll his palm up and down across his shaft, stroking it slowly and smoothly in front of the blond, the sound becoming more slick as he used his precum to coat his now completely erect shaft. The blond pursed her lips as she watched, exhaling again, “It's... it's really big. And the smell... the smell is making my mind go blank.” She cooed to him, her lips twitching as if she could barely contain her desire to stuff him into her mouth. Dennec remained silent for now, his right hand lowering to cradle his balls and slowly roll them about in his fingers as his left hand continued to smoothly stroke along his thick, throbbing shaft. The blond ran her fingers along the buttons of her shirt, unbuttoning them with a barely restrained haste, before she unshouldered the shirt entirely, removing her undergarment merely seconds later. Her ample tits were exposed to him, slowly rising and falling with her deep breaths, not large by any means, but easily a full c cup if not a smaller d. Both of her hands raised up to grip her chest, squeezing her full breasts in her hands as she kneaded her fingertips across them. “Dennec...” She breathed out, lifting her eyes up to lock onto his. “Mmm?” Dennec hummed in response, ceasing his movement across his shaft, using restraint he didn't even know he had to stop himself from pouncing on her. “...Sit.” Is all she said, using her right hand to push his hip back into the chair, which Dennec sat in without much protest. The blond crawled forward, parting his kneeds with her shoulders as she nestled between them, lightly swatting his hand away from his shaft as she took it into her own now gloveless hands. She ran her fingertips along the thick meat of his cock, pressing her face forward to rest it against her cheek, rather unabashed in her actions of lust, “You wouldn't mind if I... sucked it, would you?” She cooed to him in a playfully innocent manner, batting her eyelashes briefly for effect as well. Dennec extended his right hand, resting it on the back of her head and lightly running his fingers through her platinum blond hair, “I suppose I'd be just fine with that.” He grinned down at her slightly, though she barely even waited for him to finish his response before she began running the swollen tip across her full lips, smearing a thin sheen of his precum across them. She smacked her lips quietly, tasting him somewhat before rolling her tongue across her lips. Shortly after, her tongue had pressed to the base of his cock and slowly began to lick its way up it, all the way to the swollen crown.

     She hummed deep in her throat as she tasted him, returning for several more full licks of his throbbing shaft, before she finally closed her lips around his tip, sucking firmly and slowly against it, whipping her tongue across the smooth head of him. Dennec shut his eyes quickly as he grunted, tilting his head back as he slowly exhaled, feeling her lips start to sink down the inches of his shaft. She continued to take more of him into her mouth until she had stuffed half of his length into the depths of her hot mouth, sucking firmly as she pulled her tight lips back up to the flare of his crown, then sinking back down to take an inch or two more of him in. She continued this smooth up and down rhythm, bobbing her head in his lap as she sucked him voraciously. Dennec groaned quietly as he sank his posture, reaching his left hand to her chest and squeezing her right breast in his hand, flicking the pad of his thumb across her stiff nipple, rolling her tit with his palm. He clenched his teeth as he felt her lips stroking up and down across his shaft, applying pressure to the back of her head as he pushed his hips up against her mouth. She received the hint and relaxed her throat, flattening her tongue against the bottom of his shaft as he stuffed his cock down her throat. She coughed a bit, gagging against his length, but kept her throat relaxed as she let him fuck her throat with the top few inches of his cock. After a few moments, Dennec felt her push back against his hand as he eased pressure and sat back flat in the chair, the blond pulling her mouth free from his cock with an audible pop, strands of thick saliva linking her lips and tongue to his slick and sloppy shaft. She sat between his knees panting slowly, before smiling in a dazed manner, “Your cock is delicious...” She rolled her tongue across her lips for effect, snapping a few of the strands of saliva still connecting them. Dennec stood up quickly, pushing the chair back from him and pulling the surprised blond up from the floor, then pushing her torso across the wooden table, bending her over it. She made a soft noise of surprise, then hummed affirmatives as she wiggled her backside at him as he pulled her pants and undergarments down from her hips, letting them gather at her ankles and feet near the floor. Dennec stared at her pale, full, rounded ass that was bared to him. It was magnificent, bubbly, and perfectly rounded. Both of his hands sank into the soft skin, kneading and palming at it as she cooed and continued to wiggle underneath him. “I think he likes it...” She giggled as she slightly lifted herself up on her tiptoes to raise her ass further to him.

​     Dennec never fancied himself an ass man to the point of ass worship, but he was ready to swear this one right in front of him in as his new deity without a second thought. He spread the cheeks open and lowered his face down to her, rubbing his lips across her swollen and drooling lower lips, extending the tip of his tongue to tease her and slip between her tight lips. The blond shivered and exhaled with a delighted noise as he teased her, digging her fingers into the table. Dennec extended his tongue and flattened it against her soft, heated lips, licking up her pussy with slow, full licks of his firm tongue. He used the tip of his tongue to tease her clit everytime his licks brought him back down to it, causing her lower body to tense and quiver each time he pushed her button with the tip of his tongue. Eventually, he pulled his tongue from her and stared at her puckered asshole, quivering and winking slightly at him. He slide his index and middle finger into her quivering pussy, sinking them into her slowly as he pressed his lips against her tight little puckered hole, slowly rolling the tip of his tongue around it. She squealed as he teased her ass, “Ahhn! Dennec... Yes!” She blurted out before she bit down on her lower lip, muffling further squeals as he continued to tease her asshole. He continued to lick her with slow licks with the flat of his tongue and prod at her with the tip, until he finally lifted his head, reaching down to grip his shaft with his left hand and bring the swollen tip to her drooling pussy, carefully rubbing up and down across her lips. As he was about to start his thrust inside of her, she whipped a hand back to grab his wrist, “Dennec...” Is all she said, before she pulled his wrist up, causing him to lift the tip of his cock until it was pressed to her asshole. She released her grip on her wrist, and returned her hand to the table, stretching out across it and pushing her ass up against his swollen member, nodding her head a few times quickly as if to silently encourage him. Dennec stared down at her ass for a few more moments, before he nodded as well, his right hand gripping her full, right ass cheek and his left still clutching his shaft. Her asshole was still slick from his teasings, and with the aid of his precum and her juices the tip of his shaft began to spread her ass open and slide into her. He could hear her squealing from behind her bit lower lip, quivering underneath him as he sank the entirety of his tip into her ass, pausing for a moment, before he began to push a few more inches into her. It was incredibly tight and seemed to suck him into her as he started to pull his inches back out, beginning to set a slow in and out pace and get her adjusted to his girth. The blond pawed her hands across the table a few times, her left arm bending at the elbow as she supported herself up on it, looking back over her shoulder with lust painted across her face, still biting her lower lip as her bangs hung messily over her face. “Fuck. It.” She panted to him, and those words alone made his dick throb inside of her. He groaned from deep in his throat, raising himself up on his toes slightly as he pushed down against her ass with his hand, the soft skin yielding and molding around his hand as he began to thrust faster and more firmly into her tight ass. She was moaning with unabashed lust at this point, no longer biting back her noise and letting it freely echo through the room. Dennec kept pace, thrusting his hips against her, slapping them noisily against her ample, jiggling ass. Her legs were shaking heavily beneath him, the table supporting her more than a little at this point as her pussy drooled heavily to the floor, pooling in a small puddle. He knew she couldn't take much more of it, and he was all but too eager to make sure she squirt all over that floor. He continued to thrust deep into her barely yielding asshole, making her entire body quiver with every heavy thrust until he saw her toss her head back and shriek in pure ecstasy, her asshole clamping down against his shaft as he legs gave a bit, her knees knocking together. Shortly after, he heard the sound of liquid on liquid as she came heavily, her orgasm spraying a bit to the floor with the force of it.

     Dennec held still, still buried deep in her ass as her body spasmed underneath him, letting her come down off of it a bit so as not to overstimulate her. His balls ached, full and practically begging to be released, and she must of known it too, because as soon as she had regained some of her composure she reached back and pressed her hand to his abs pushing him back, which he helped her as he took a few steps back and emptied from her ass, causing her to squirm a bit and release a quiet squeak. She sank to her knees again, kneeling above the sizable puddle she had just created as she gripped her tits in her hands, raising them up and smothering his swollen, slick cock in them. Dennec groaned out as he stared down at her, resting his hands on her shoulders as she stared up at him, panting wordlessly as sweat rolled down her forehead, her hands keeping her tits mashed tightly around his cock. Taking the hint, he began to thrust into her cleavage, his balls slapping against her skin audibly with a sticky sound as he forcefully made her tits jiggle with the thrusts. She continued to moan as he fucked her tits, tilting her head down and opening her mouth a bit to roll her tongue out, ready to receive the load that she knew was all but ready to explode from his cock. Not one to disappoint, Dennec clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut as he moaned thickly from behind his teeth, the first thick shot of his heavy orgasm spurting out and splashing against her upper lip and teeth, dripping down onto her tongue, several more shots following in its stead and painting her tongue and her chin, dripping and oozing back down into her cleavage. As Dennec's shivering started to cease, his orgasm subsiding, the blond closed her lips around the very tip of his cock and sucked gently, pulling as much of his orgasm out of him as she could, before she lifted her gaze up to stare at him, letting her tongue roll in her mouth as she slowly and audibly swallowed, just for him. She opened her mouth with an audible exhale, which Dennec noticed was rather clean of his seed now. They stared at each other for several moments, savoring the afterglow of what just presided in that room. 

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     Dennec pulled his glove over his left hand, flexing his hand to fit it correctly as he looked over his shoulder slightly at the blond who was already dressed, collecting the rest of her belongings. “I'm going to need a name eventually, you know...” Dennec finally broke the silence. The blond looked over to him and grinned her cat's grin, “Yes. You will.” She winked at him as she took a few steps in front of him, purposefully wiggling her hips a bit as she stretched. She turned around and leaned forward, lightly tapping her index finger against the tip of his nose, “But, you'll just have to find out for yourself, now won't you?” She purred to him, “Don't disappoint me. I'll be watching, Dennec. With rapt... attention.” She wiggled her fingers, to him over her shoulder as she turned back around and unlocked the door, opening it to spill daylight into the room, “See you soon.” She said to him, exiting and shutting the door behind her. Dennec stood there for several moments, before turning around and collecting his share of the money that was moments before scattered across the table. He heard something crinkle in his coat pocket, reaching his hand in to investigate. He pulled it from his pocket and noticed that it was a note, with an address written on it, which Dennec surmised was likely a drop point for the blond to receive letters or intel. Granted, this wasn't just his own intuition, it was pretty heavy handed with the allusion that she wanted him to keep in touch, because as she said, she would see him again soon.