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The gala was brimming to life; the lights pierced through the grand chandeliers and the chatter amongst high nobility and powerful figures filled the air. The night was young, many ongoers with their spouses in tow ready to experience a night of debauchery behind anonymity and trust funds that could sustain entire generations should they please.
You adjusted your mask; the masquerade theme was the perfect set up needed to sneak in, forging up a fake invitation for a young and heartbroken widower who just wanted a night free from her nightmares of losing her husband.
The task was simple: find the objective and retrieve it back to your employer without being noticed.
The mansion was massive and drinks were flying into hands at breakneck speed, many already a few too many drinks in.
Should be easy enough.
You constantly brushed past old money and wandering eyes, fighting internally to not punch one of the many old geezers who oggled you with their wife around their arms.
It was one of the few downsides of undercover work, but your talent for manipulation was at its peak in times like this, especially when drinking was involved.
Information was vital; you spoke to many officials and gathered what you could about the layout of the property all the while turning down invitations by wealthy bachelors to join them for a night you wouldn’t forget, throwing in a couple bands to sweeten the deal.
You declined with dignified disgust hidden beneath your sweet words, moving swiftly to take a break in a corner while you snuck a chute of champagne in the meanwhile. After scouting the area and mentally verifying with the blueprints memorized from earlier, you were able to begin planning your route. The security on the first floor was tight, but you noted that it became scarce with each floor, creating openings for you.
The ear piece sparked to life, hearing the familiar voice of your ally in your ear.
“Target should be in the coat room on the third floor, but it’s being guarded, so be careful.”
You nursed the drink, fanning yourself with a comically large fan to hide your moving lips. The envelope hidden away held nothing more than a flash drive, but by your own research you could deduce that it had something to do with important information related to military weapons or political affairs – or both.
Regardless, all you cared about was for the money to hit your account, already planning your vacation to Tokyo as soon as possible.
“Any idea on how many of them?”
“Minimum two, as for how many on the floor, expect around five in rotation.”
You sighed, wondering if maybe scaling the outside of the mansion would be a better idea than having to sneak through the halls.
“What’s the outside looking like?”
The line went dead, only hearing static as you awaited for the response.
“Hey, you there?”
It glitched for a few seconds more, the pregnant pause after the buzzing ceased making you wait in anticipation.
“Well hello there.”
Like cold water splashing over you; your comms were compromised, slightly annoyed as you recognized a voice you haven’t heard in ages.
“You little shit.”
A small chuckle from the other side.
“Well that’s not a very nice way to greet an old friend, isn’t it?”
You rolled your eyes and handed your empty glass to a passing waiter, running through various scenarios in your head to start planning your route.
“What do you want? I’m kind of in the middle of something.”
The frustration in your tone carried weight considering this wasn’t the first time he had interjected himself into your work, even more so that this job had extra zeros written on your reward.
It was during a mission in Hanamura where you had first encountered the superstitious trickster, crossing paths when you were in the middle of a scuffle with a Hashimoto agent where he swept in and saved your life – doing a good deed, he said.
After he had invited you out for a few drinks and spent the night in your hotel room using you on nearly every piece of furniture, it was safe to say that he had made an unforgettable impression on and inside of you.
Ally or not, he had a pretty face with a cock to match and stamina that could outpace a marathon runner, leaving you wanting more even after he used you until you were spent.
Afterwards he had always found a way to intercept you during a mission, blaming it on pure coincidence. The dance was all the same: he finds you, he helps save the day and you go back to his place or your and enjoy a night of stress relief using one another.
However, he hadn’t shown up for the previous two missions, leaving you frustrated enough to seek out those who you thought could satiate your carnal hunger, only to leave disappointed and dissatisfied.
The sexual frustration had grown horns, transforming into sexual wrath.
“I’m bored. Wanted to see what my favorite little bounty hunter was up to.”
The timing of the security shifts were accurate by your account, able to determine with certainty who were the ones covering the third floor.
“I’m busy, Mizuki.”
“Awe come on, can’t spare any time to catch up with me? I’m heartbroken.” He cooed.
You scoffed.
“You’re annoying.”
“And you look so stunning in that dress. That color suits you.”
You stopped in your tracks, now glancing around in an attempt to find the familiar snow white hair in a sea of people and Omnics.
He wouldn’t have known, unless–
“You’re here? Where?”
He giggled.
“Ah ah, that would ruin all the fun now, wouldn’t it?”
Bastard.
“You really take this ninja stuff seriously, don’t you?”
“Part of my charm.”
You could practically feel the shit-eating grin oozing off his voice, but you couldn’t help but feel that familiar flame flicker beneath your naval.
“So what is it this time? Kidnapping? A heist? Both?"
A woman with a lioness mask looked your way, her gaze full of heat, but you shook your head, declining politely as the fan helped keep you away from suspicion.
“Intel.”
“Oooo, that sounds fun. What’s the deets?”
An Omnic approached you with intent, but you once again slipped away towards a quieter area.
“You know I can’t give you that.”
“You’re no fun, but something tells me it’s reeeaally important if you’re here mingling with some of Hashimoto’s and Vishkar’s clientele.”
It’s true how considerably high risk the job was, but only those close to the tight-circle of higher ups carried any weight in their power. These people were nothing more than pawns in the grand scheme of things, only following the trail of empty promises in exchange for sloppy sex or quick cash.
You blinked.
An idea brewed.
“You know, I was thinking I might take one of these clients home with me tonight, some of them here are kinda hot.”
This was punishment for him skipping out on you and leaving you out to dry after promising to see you.
“Were you now?”
The question was asked with no real expectation of a response. You smirked as you were able to hear his voice drop an octave; it ticked him off something fierce, but pushing buttons was your favorite pass time and there was no way you were passing up the opportunity now.
“A good handful of them offered me to even be their third, I wonder how much they would pay me since some of them offered–”
“Careful.”
You stifled a giggle as his voice went tight. It was nice to see that he wasn’t immune to your antics, finding humor in being able to break through his cool-guy front he wears in front of others, but you knew better. Riling him up was always the best part knowing what came after.
The more aggressive, the better.
“Didn’t take you for the jealous type.”
He scoffs.
“These geezers wouldn’t know how to treat you right anyway.”
“Oh? And how do I like to be treated?”
There was shuffling the background, wondering if he had found himself a secluded spot to…indulge.
“I know how you like to be tied up. That helpless feeling you get, knowing that I'm the one in charge and there’s nothing you can do no matter how hard you fight back?”
A shiver ran down your spine, now moving to the bottom of the grand staircase and ignoring a hand that just grazed your hip.
“How long has it been since we last saw each other? Hm?”
The condescending tone went straight to your core, yet your face didn’t show as the speed of the fan moved just a bit quicker. Of course you knew how long it’s been — too damn long.
“That time in New York was so good, wasn’t it?”
Suddenly you were acutely aware of your lace panties brushing up against your core with every step to the second floor
“Remember when my chains kept your legs spread open and I used you for hours?” He chuckles, letting out a long sigh. “Loved seeing you wear that little plug, and the feeling of it when I was deep in your pussy was so fucking good.”
A moan rumbles in his throat, making you wonder if he was somewhere with a fist on himself.
“I still have those pictures of you tied to the bed with my cum leaking out of you. Might need more of those soon.”
A small whine was forced down. You let him talk, unable to respond to not seem like some nutcase talking to herself ruining the vibe of the party, but your poker face was cracking as you clenched your jaw.
It’s been almost eight months since that night, the memories plaguing you with only your fingers to help relieve yourself pathetically.
“Bet she’s soaked right now. Bet she’s missing my mouth and my cock.”
You pulsed, realizing he wasn’t exactly speaking directly to you.
The second floor was less crowded, with only couples heading up to the third floor to use the rooms.
“Why don’t you come and find out for yourself?”
There was a pause as the invitation hung in the air.
You knew the deal was sealed when he let out a dangerous predatory chuckle.
“See you soon.”
With that, the line went dead. You walked the rest up with prep in your step, excitement coursing through your veins as you knew you were finally going to be taken care of.
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The top of the third floor was unguarded with a few butlers lingering back and forth, each one with ear pieces and watching the couples enter various rooms, some with multiple people in tow.
Freaks.
You rounded a corner at the end of the hall, giggling to no one on your phone and pretending to find the room where an eager guest awaited you, only to see the closet you were looking for just a few doors down.
There was a tranquilizer stuffed in your mask ready to go as you spotted a body guard standing neatly beneath a small light.
This should be quick.
Your gasp was silenced with a hand over your mouth as you were pulled into a nearby broom closet, the door shutting and leaving you surrounded in darkness.
You reach for your gun on your thigh holster, only to stop when you see a familiar teal glow from sharp eyes you hadn’t seen in ages. A click sounded out, the bulb hanging over you now dimly lit. A sound of annoyance escapes you as you lift your own mask off.
“Seriously?”
His mischievous eyes peered through the snowy white fox mask — how fitting. It falls off his face, revealing a shit-eating grin as he points to the intricate golden sequins that accentuated the pure white of the base all tied together with a teal feather.
“Like it? Picked it out myself.”
It matched the white suit he wore, the fabric tailored to fit his frame perfectly, though it was odd to see him without his dark clothes and the infamous hat that obscured everything but his eyes.
Regardless, he looked way too good and too clothed for your liking.
“So what brought you here this time?” Your attempt to continue playing the game was met with a shrug, feigning ignorance as he set his mask on top of an empty box.
His earrings jingled as he tilted his head.
“Got a mission of my own here. Confidential." Of course it was. “Plus a pretty girl did invite me to spend a bit of time with her.”
You cross your arms over your chest, attempting to portray frustration but unable to hide the hunger in your eyes.
“And she’s been waiting for more than a while now.”
In an instant your back met the wall, his thigh sliding between your thighs and his knee pressing up against your soaking core. His aura roared to life and made sparks dance along your skin; the sensation fired up your blood, coaxing you to melt into his touch.
“Well, we can’t have that now, can we.”
His lips were on yours, wasting no time with feeling every inch of skin as the ember of primal need bloomed into a wildfire. His augmented hand wrapped around your throat, giving a gentle squeeze as he forced you to grind on his leg.
His dominance was nothing short of controlled, able to maneuver you in every which way both physically and emotionally all while sporting a wide smile and a sassy tone.
He gropes your breast, thumbing your pebbled nipple through the silk fabric, purposefully avoiding touching your flesh.
“Mizuki come on–nngh.”
Your protest was cut off when his teeth met your neck, nipping and leaving small bites as his fingers found the edge of your panties.
"So impatient." He mewled against your throat.
The soaked fabric came off in one fell swoop, slipping past your heels and stuffed in his back pocket.
“Hey! Those were expensive!”
That was about a hundred dollars down the drain.
“Consider it payment for pissing me off earlier.”
You grinned.
“So you were jealous–ah!”
Two thick ungloved fingers slipped into you and scraped against your walls, cutting you off abruptly.
“You’re such a brat, but all it takes is two fingers and you shut the fuck up.”
He knelt between your legs, unrelenting with the pads of his fingers as he took a long look at your glistening slit and listening to the squelches while bunching up your dress.
“Shit you’re drenched. Just listen to her–” He pumps his fingers into you faster, forcing slick to run down your thighs as you squelch loudly. “So fucking needy.”
“You’re such a dick–”
A sharp inhale fills your lungs as the metal of his tongue piercing flicked against your sensitive bud. A hue of teal emanated from him, making you clench as you realized what was coming. His chains wrapped around your arms, forcing them to rest still against the wall behind you as another pair wrapped around your neck and tits, squeezing and tugging.
“Might be a dick, but it’s the best dick you’ll ever have.”
He giggled and moaned against your mound, your legs beginning to shake as he assaults the bundle of nerves while twisting your nipples with cold metal. He slurped up your juices as you were racing towards your end, the long-winded absence and empty feeling he left you with making you race to your peak in record time.
The muscles in your belly were screwed tight, that familiar feeling of sweet release was seconds away from impact—
Suddenly you were empty, cunt clenching on nothing as he sat there looking up at you with a not-so-innocent grin.
“Think you’re getting off that easy? You’re funny.”
With his chains he forced you to your knees, watching him stand to his full stature as the sound of the belt unbuckling made you whine. His cock sprung from its confinements, the thick vein on the side pulsed with need and as his spongy head was an angry red.
Your eyes widened; the new piercing didn’t go unnoticed, either.
Instantly your tongue met metal and flesh, the bar a brilliant addition to his pretty cock as you swiped up his twitching shaft. He groaned as your tongue swirled around the tip, the vibrations of your moans sending electricity up his spine as his hands found purchase in your hair.
“Fuck, that’s good.” He couldn’t deny that your mouth had talent in more ways than one, taking every opportunity for you to show it off as his hips bucked into you.
You gagged around him, choking on his size but refusing to let up as you can feel him getting closer and closer.
“You take me so well babe–” He groaned through gritted teeth as drool ran down the corner of your lips. “You’re so pretty when my cock is in your mouthffffuuuck.”
You took him down your throat, clit swelling up as the chains wrapped around your thighs, rubbing against your folds.
“Shit, I can’t—“ Pride swelled in your chest as his composure began to crumble. You gasped as he pulled you off with a pop!, kind enough to give you a moment to catch your breath.
“Guess you weren't the only needy one." Still you had the nerve to egg him on, but he was running out of patience.
"You're lucky that mouth is as pretty as you are." An invisible force tugged your arms up, his chains holding your top half up in the air while he gripped your thighs, forcing you to hover above his cock. The cold air hit your core, sending a shiver up your spine as grinds against you, his head catching at your entrance.
“Mizuki please.” The words were followed by a pathetic whine, that itch deep within your naval now unbearably painful.
He grinned a devilish grin.
"Only because you asked sooo nicely."
He filled you in one long stroke, spreading your walls deliciously as you fought back a howl of pleasure that wracked your very core. He hissed as your walls clenched around him, a pretty shade of pink covering his nose and ears. With the help of gravity he bounced you helplessly on his cock, angling his hips to hit that deep over and over and over and over-
“Oh yeah, I missed this sweet pussy.” He grunted in your ear as he moved the top of your dress down and sucked on your sensitive nipples.
It was torture, unable to grip onto him or let out your pathetic whine in fear of being caught, only able to bite your lip hard and let him have his way with you. It was all too much; his mouth on your tits, cock drilling deep inside you and his chains fondling you all topped off by his desperate grunts and whimpers with each thrust. One particularly hard thrust made you squeal, but he didn't rush to put a hand over your mouth, smirking as he licked a stripe up your throat.
Suddenly you were being moved; your hands were behind your back and you were back on your feet facing the wall. His hand gripped your wrists as the other rested beneath your chin, pushing your face up and forcing to you to meet his hungry gaze. Deep cyan flames flickered around his eyes, his aura now engulfing you as he pushed back into you, this time fucking you with reckless abandon.
You felt sorry for the any unsuspecting passerby that had the unfortunate timing to listen to the sound of skin slapping against skin. You hoped the door was thick enough.
“There we go, spread open for me and nowhere to run.” His thumb brushed against your throat, his pace unforgiving. "I wish I brought that plug with me, fuck I'll make sure to bring it next time.”
Your heart jumped.
Next time.
The hand holding the chains trailed down, the cold metal fingers now rubbing your heated clit in tight circles. You jerked back, hips now pushing back against him as his hand applied just enough pressure to make you dizzy.
"That's it, fuck me back." He pounds you harder, faster. "Take my cock like a good girl."
The room would emit steam if it could, your bodies a dance of sweat and slick running down each other's skin. The extra bump from his piercing dragged along your soft walls, short-circuiting your brain with every long and deep stroke. He stopped your attempts to close your thighs with his chains once more, keeping them spread wide.
His hand flexed once more, his breathing shaky as he feels you tremble around him, the coil beneath your naval twisted at its peak.
"Come-fuck-come for me, come all over my dick," Mizuki focused his aura on your clit, the delicious vibrations making you see stars. "Show me how much you missed this, how much you missed me-"
With one final thrust he buried himself to the hilt and kissed you harshly as you toppled over the edge. He pumped thick ropes into you, balls and abdomen twitching almost painfully. Your womb opened up to accept every drop, moaning into his mouth for what seemed like forever.
You nearly fell forward when his chains disappeared, but he caught you, holding you up and close to him as you rode down the high together. He placed a gentle kiss on the back of your neck as he massaged a knot from your shoulder, the softness something you had secretly missed as well, but you'll never say that out loud.
He took his time to fix your hair, using a clean towel from the side to wipe away any splotches of make up and dab sweat away, almost looking like brand new even as your heart continued to beat wildly.
The watch on Mizuki's wrist beeped.
"Well, that's my cue."
What unbelievable timing that was.
He adjust himself, cleaning himself up and slipping his mask back on. Truth be told you wished he could at least stay a little longer to catch up, but you knew his work was just as brutal as yours.
His hand rested on the handle for a moment, only for him to pull back and clasp his hands together.
“Oh, before I forget–” His hand dug into his coat pocket, pulling out a manila folder. “Here.”
You eyed the item in his hand, a shocked look overtaking your features - it was the item you came here for.
But, how did he...?
He must’ve noticed your face, mouth dropping as you were about to say something, but he puts a hand up.
“No need to thank me.”
You huffed.
You knew him better.
“What do I owe you?”
He grinned, his sharp fangs gleaming under the closet light.
“We should go on a little vacation after this.” He holds up two fingers, wiggling them. “Want to make up for lost time, two weeks minimum.”
The ache in your belly relit, realizing he wasn’t just talking about sightseeing or having the tourism experience.
He shot you wink and closed the door behind him, disappearing into the night and leaving you to recover from nearly seeing the pearly gates after months of drought. You adjusted your dress and smoothed out the wrinkles, but there was nothing to help clean up the slick between your legs as you struggled to keep his cum from spilling out and onto the floor.
Going down three flights of stairs while being full was going to be a pain.
Static lit up in your ear once again.
“Hey, is everything okay? Raven to Cardinal, come in.”
Your ear piece came back to life, a bit disappointed it wasn’t that familiar sass speaking to you.
“Yeah, sorry about that. Target’s been acquired. I’ll be moving out soon.”
The mask was back on your face as you stepped back out into the hallway, struggling to keep your steps steady as you used the expensive railings to steady yourself as you descended the stairs.
“Affirmative. Alright, I’m ordering your pickup. Should be there in ten minutes.”
Once you reached the unmarked car you wasted no time in opening the manila folder - blaming curiosity - only to be surprised to see some sort of business card accompany the small device.
That wasn’t part of the details mentioned earlier.
You picked out the card; it was blank with a phone number and a poorly drawn fox written in black ink, it read:
Text me – xoxo
You shake your head, but you were already saving the number to your personal phone and planning to book that vacation tonight.