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“To Avalon.” The woman sitting across from you raised a glass towards you.
“To Avalon.” You responded solemnly, clinking her glass before she burst out laughing.
“Oh, that’s good.” She sipped her champagne, stifling her giggles as you followed suit. Supposedly, this stuff cost a few thousand a bottle. It sure didn’t taste like it.
It’s a good thing this glass had the secondary flavour of successful revenge.
You’d torn the bloody arm off the Luttazzi family, evidenced by the carnage inside the villa behind you. To celebrate, you and your tenuous ally, Sevati Dumas had taken over the roof top terrace, still set up for the party the pair of you had gate crashed.
Luckily, you’d managed to keep the worst of the carnage inside, the alcohol supply was large, and hardly touched as the evening was still so young.
You stretched out in your pool chair as Sev leaned over to refill your glass, nodding for you to get on and drink more – there were a dozen more bottles waiting behind the bar.
When The Sevati Dumas has reached out to you to work together at taking out the Luttazzi family, you’d been hesitant. Her name was infamous, first as a guild assassin, then as a traitor, and now… something else. A hand reaching from the shadows, making alliances that ousted the current powers in Avalon in a river of blood, only for her and her mysterious financial backing to take its place. Sometimes it was quiet, a simple on day they’re there, and the next not; and sometimes it was violent. Very violent.
You placed your hand back into the bucket of half melted ice next to you, your knuckles still red and raw after your ‘negotiations’ with the Matriarch. The alcohol was running to your head, and fuzzily dulling the pain already.
All that you’d heard about her; yet the thing that had most taken you aback when you actually met Sev, was how beautiful she was. Even now, lounging in a deck chair, hair half matted, half spiky after she’s tossed her wig off, with shirt popped open and throat extended as she tilted her head back, draining another glass; she was breathtaking.
“Like what you see?”
“Huh?” You moved suddenly, trying to make it look like you weren’t staring. In your hurry, you knocked your glass to the ground. The fine glass shattered on the tiles, and the bubbles spilled over the ceramic.
She laughed and refilled her own glass before passing it over to you. “Here, creep. Have mine.”
“I’m not a creep.” You responded, but took the glass and drank, trying not to think about how her lipstick was rubbing against your lips.
“I know… You’re too pretty.”
You scoffed. “Keep that up, or I’ll break more glasses.”
“Oh… So that’s how you play.” she smiled. “How about a real celebration, then?”
She stood up, grasping the edge the table to steady herself as she grabbed your hand and dragged you towards the sunken sofa that surrounded the currently unlit fire pit. The champagne had rushed to both of your heads, leaving you half falling, half being tossed onto the soft cushions before she jumped on top of you.
You caught her in your lap, grasping her by her waist, barely registering it before he leaned down and kissed you.
You gasped, your hands tightening on her sides, before she knocked them away and reached down to pull her shirt off, buttons popping as she struggled, letting the wind catch it and toss it over the edge of the roof. A laugh bubbled out of your throat as you watched the expensive silk fall away like no more than rubbish, before looking back and seeing her undoing her bra, before the harness full of knives below it.
“So many blades…” you murmured, reaching up to touch one of the sheaths with your hand.
“Hey….” She caught your wrist and moved tour hand up to her tits. “The goods are up here, thank you.”
“Right…” you exhaled softly, cupping her boob in your hand, hoping that it wasn’t too cold from sitting in the ice.
She smiled at you for a moment, then reaches for the zip on your dress, tugging it down and revealing your own, without the difficulty of a bra to deal with, as the backless dress you were wearing as part of your cover hadn’t allowed for it. With the top peeled down, Sev lowered her body over yours again, smushing both of yours tits together.
You giggled. “That tickles.”
“Oh, really?” She grinned and poked your boob with a finger.
“Ow… That hurt.” You whined, mock pouting.
“Don’t give me that.” She rolled her eyes, before kissing you again, the sequins of your dress resisting Sev’s attempts to tear you further out of it, leaving you to wriggle like a slug until it slid down enough for you to kick it off, the shiny mass of material falling from your foot into one of the decorative water features that lead towards the bar.
“Oh, I knew you were good…”
“Only now?” You frowned at her.
“Yes, yes, you’re very talented, very skilled, very beautiful…” Sev pressed her fingers over your mouth as she moved to lie between your legs. “Hush.”
“Uh… huh…” you respond, as she pulled your thong off, and immediately licked your clit.
You groaned, and pressed your own fingers to your mouth, legs falling open wide, held up by the plump cushions, covered in fine soft cotton. Sev huffed, and tried again, pinching your clit and tugging on it. You squealed, but the sound was still muffled by your fingers.
“For gods sake…” She leant up, placing a warning hand on your thigh. “We’re out here on the top of the world. You scream for me, when we’re out here.”
“Oh… okay!” You cried out, forcing your hand away from your mouth, turning your head up to the paling sky, golden sun beginning to stretch across it from the west.
Sev smiled, and went back to eating you out with vigour, each loud cry from you rewarded with a soft kiss, or a deep curl of her tongue, depending on where she was. If you ever fell quiet, she was quick to pinch your clit and make you cry out again, thighs twitching as you lay limply on the sofa, barely able to lift your head.
After a moment, you realise she’s saying something.
“Let the world know what you think about it…. Scream it.”
“Ugh...” You groaned. “Fuck… Fuck the Guild!”
She chuckled. “That’s it… now, louder.”
“Fuck… Fuck the Lutt… Luttezzis!” You screamed, laughter bubbling up in your chest as you strained with the effort of forming words as you came, words eventually losing to your bliss, your back arcing as Sev silently ate between your legs, clutching your thighs as you whined and collapsed back onto the cushions.
Sev slowly sat up, wiping her mouth as you struggled out of your bliss.
“Oh, look at you…” she smiled, reaching for her trouser pocket, fishing out her camera and snapping a photo of you.
You watched her stupidly, not even thinking about the fact you might want to stop her doing that, or to cover yourself up.
“Just for the memories.” She winked at you as she tucked the camera away.
“Or black mail.” You murmured, eyes half closed as she stood up, staring down at you.
Your mind differs from your words – if she was planning to blackmail you with your own tits, that was a future problem. Currently, you didn’t care; you were looking at Sev, half naked and framed by the golden light of the setting sun. It’s almost poetic, how heaven sent she looked.
“Oh… you’re good.” She grinned, repeating her earlier compliment as she grabbed your abandoned jacket to replace of her shirt. Her grin widened as you whined softly when her tits disappeared from view. “I’ll be in contact. In the meantime, enjoy your spoils.”
“I will.” You sat up to watch her go.
You weren’t one to make allies. Usually, you were a one and done type person, with work and pleasure. Now though… you couldn’t wait for her next call.
