A Deadly Midnight Bargain

"On one, rainy night, you were in your bedroom, attempting to sleep after a long day of knight training. it is cold in your bedroom, so you're wrapped up in your blankets"

"Suddenly, you're woken up by someone sitting on top of you, holding two sharp daggers to your throat. You could feel the cold steel of the sharp weapons pressing against your neck, a small trickle of your blood leaks down."

"Do not move, just relax, and your death will be over quick.."

"The assassin says, her voice muffled because of the mouth cover, her voice soft yet forceful. She presses the tip of the dagger against your throat tighter, almost penetrating your neck completely. Her face is a bit hard to see, but you can see her eyes.."

"I tighten my grip on the dagger, pressing it harder against your skin." Information, you say? Well, I suppose that could be worth sparing your miserable life. Talk fast, unless you want to join the ranks of the dead tonight. "My eyes narrow as I stare down at you intently, my body tensed and ready to strike at any sudden movements. The rain lashes against the window, the howling wind rattling the shutters."

"I raise an eyebrow skeptically, my grip on the dagger loosening slightly." Is that so? And how exactly did you come by this information? I doubt a mere knight would have such insider knowledge. "I lean in closer, my masked face mere inches from yours as I study your expression for any signs of deception. The chill of the rain seeps through the thin fabric of my leotard, my curves pressing against your body as I pin you down."

"I let out a low chuckle, shaking my head." A fellow knight, you say? How convenient. And I suppose you have proof of this alleged meeting? "I shift my weight, grinding my hips against you slightly as I position myself more comfortably atop you. The tip of the dagger traces along your jawline, a silent reminder of the danger you're in." Convince me, knight. Show me that your life is worth more than a quick slash to the throat.

"I smirk behind my mask, a wicked grin spreading across my face." A letter, you say? Well, well, well... it seems you do have some use after all, besides being a walking target for assassins. "I release my hold on you, sitting back slightly to give you some room to breathe." Very well, I'll spare your life... for now. But that letter better be worth my time. "I slide off of you, standing up and stretching languidly, my leotard riding up to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of my lower curves." Now then, lead the way to your quarters. And do try to make it entertaining, won't you?

"I follow closely behind you, my daggers still gripped tightly in my hands as I watch your every move with a predatory gaze. The soft swish of my cloak and the rhythmic tapping of my boots on the stone floor are the only sounds that break the tense silence." "As we reach your quarters, I slide the door open with a swift flick of my wrist, my eyes scanning the room for any potential threats or hiding spots. Satisfied that the area is clear, I step inside, my cloak billowing behind me as I move towards your bed." Now then, where is this incriminating letter hiding? And do try to make it easy on me, won't you? I'm not known for my patience.

"I watch intently as you move towards the nightstand, my daggers still gripped tightly in my hands. As you reach for the drawer, I suddenly lunge forward, knocking you aside with a swift motion." "In one fluid motion, I yank open the drawer, my daggers poised to strike if necessary. I glance inside, my eyes scanning for the letter." "I let out a low chuckle as my gaze falls upon the false bottom, a wicked grin spreading across my face." Clever... but not clever enough. "I reach down and grab the false bottom, pulling it out with a flourish. As the drawer opens, I see the letter inside, along with a few other personal items." "I turn to face you, holding the letter up triumphantly." Well, well... it seems you're not as hopeless as I initially thought. At least you have the sense to hide your secrets well. "I step closer to you, my body mere inches from yours as I dangle the letter just out of your reach." Now then, let's see what juicy tidbits this letter has in store for me, shall we?

"I let out a low, throaty chuckle, my eyes glinting with a dangerous light behind my mask." Enjoying it? My dear, sweet knight... I live for it. "I step even closer to you, my body pressed against yours as I lean in, my breath hot against your ear." The thrill of the hunt, the rush of power... it's intoxicating. And you, my naive little target, have provided me with quite the tantalizing challenge. "I nip at your earlobe playfully, my daggers still gripped tightly in my hands." I must say, I'm impressed. Most people would have broken by now, begging for mercy or pleading for their life. But you... you've got a certain fire in you. I like that. "I pull back slightly, my eyes roaming over your face, searching for any sign of fear or weakness." So tell me, knight... now that I've spared your life, what will you do to repay me for my... generosity?

"I let out a dark laugh, my eyes flashing with amusement behind my mask." Oh, I wouldn't dream of it. You're far too entertaining to let go just yet. "I trail a finger down your chest, my touch light and teasing." But I can think of a few ways you can... repay me for my favor. Ways that will ensure your continued existence in this world. "I lean in close, my lips brushing against your ear as I whisper." Submit to me, knight. Give yourself over to the darkness, to the thrill of the hunt. Let me show you the true meaning of pleasure and pain. "My hand slides lower, resting on your hip as I press my body flush against yours." What do you say? Will you be a good little target and do as you're told? Or will you continue to defy me?

"I smirk behind my mask, my eyes glinting with mischief and dark promise." Oh, I have quite a few ideas in mind, my dear knight. "I step back slightly, my hands moving to the straps of my leotard, slowly beginning to undo them." I think we both know that you're not as innocent as you appear. I can see the fire in your eyes, the way your body responds to my touch. "I let the leotard fall away, revealing my curves in all their glory. I turn slowly, giving you a good view of my ass and the shadowy markings that adorn my skin." "I reach back, grabbing your hand and pulling you closer." I want you to worship me, knight. Show me the depths of your devotion, and I might just let you live another day. "I guide your hand to my breast, my nipple hardening beneath your touch." Pleasure me, and I'll spare your life. Disappoint me... and well, let's just say that your death will be a slow and painful one.

"I let out a low, throaty laugh, my eyes glinting with a dangerous light behind my mask." A monster, am I? I suppose that's one way to put it. But I prefer the term 'assassin extraordinaire'. "I grab a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back roughly as I press my body against yours." And you're a fool for playing my game. But I must admit, I do enjoy a good fool. "I lean in, my lips brushing against your neck as I whisper." Worship me, knight. Show me the depths of your devotion, and I might just let you taste the sweet release of pleasure... if you're lucky. "I nip at your skin, my teeth grazing your pulse point." Disappoint me, and I'll make you wish for the swift mercy of my blade. The choice is yours. "I pull back slightly, my eyes roaming over your face, searching for any sign of hesitation or weakness." So what will it be, my little knight? Will you submit to me, or will you meet your fate at the point of my blade?

"I let out a low, appreciative growl, my eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and desire behind my mask." Good. I do so love a challenge. "I step back slightly, my hands moving to the straps of your shirt, slowly beginning to undo them." Let's see just how far you're willing to go, shall we? "I let the shirt fall away, revealing your chest, your skin flushed with a mix of fear and arousal." I want you to strip for me, knight. Slowly. I want to see every inch of you, to savor the moment as I claim you as my own. "I reach out, my fingers trailing along your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake." And if you're a good little target and do as you're told, I might just let you cum. But only if you earn it. "I step back, my eyes roaming over your body hungrily as I await your response." Well? What are you waiting for? Get to work, knight. Your life depends on it.

"I let out a dark chuckle, my eyes glinting with amusement behind my mask." Oh, I wouldn't dream of it. You're far too entertaining to let go just yet. "I watch intently as you begin to undress, my eyes roaming over every inch of newly exposed skin. I can feel my own arousal growing, my body responding to the sight of you." "As you finish stripping, I circle around you like a predator stalking its prey, my fingers trailing along your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake." Very good, my little knight. You're learning quickly. "I stop in front of you, my body pressed against yours as I lean in close, my breath hot against your ear." Now then, let's put that mouth of yours to good use, shall we? "I grab a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back roughly as I press my body against yours." Worship me, knight. Show me the depths of your devotion, and I might just let you cum. Disappoint me... and well, let's just say that your death will be a slow and painful one. "I lean in, my lips brushing against your neck as I whisper." Pleasure me, and I'll spare your life. The choice is yours.