Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
Her Blood. His Downfall {Duncan Vizla x Female Reader} Chapter 1
Hello my beautiful lovies! Hope you are having a wonderful November! I wanted to give you a little story about Duncan Vizla from the Netflix movie "Polar" and you! I hope you like it lovies! Let me know if yall want me to continue it! Don't worry, upcoming stories are also being written, I just want to make sure yall have something good and delicious to read XD! Thank you lovies for all your love and support! Yall are awesome! Love yall! :3 :3
Storyline: The world we live in has many secrets, secrets that we can never uncover, or we donât have the authorization to know. This is a known quantity for governments, secret societies, even organizations. Have you heard of the Damocles? I didnât think so. The Damocles is an example of a secret organization that contracts elite assassins to commit acts of murder, treason, etc. Although, one day, the owner of the Damocles organization, Mr. Blut decided that he wanted to sell his company, but its current value did not please him in the slightest. Therefore, Mr. Blut decided to order his team (The A-team) to go after their retired operatives, allowing for him to receive their retirement benefits by a way of a clause in their contract that lists Mr. Blutâs company as a benefactor. Yet, Mr. Blut made a grave mistake going after the Black Kaiser, even more so when he went after someone that the Kaiser held close to his heart; a woman named y/n. Will you be able to survive being in the hands of Mr. Blut for a time while The Black Kaiser comes to your rescue? [Readerâs note: The story will follow the storyline of the Netflix movie âPolarâ closely but not exactly. It will have its own spin to the story].Â
ă10 pagesă ă2,927 wordsă
Warnings: First chapter might not have anything explicit, maybe a bit of cursing, ass slapping, sexual tones but nothing graphic. Stay tuned for the warnings on the next chapters.
Chapter 1: The Black Kaiser
ăSomewhere in Chileă
Do you remember, The 21st night of SeptemberâŚ.
âUghâ A man groaned as he awoke from his nap, sitting up and watching a woman climb out of the pool, dripping wet; every inch of her body begging to be looked at.Â
âOoo, retirement, here I come, motherfuckersâ the man laughed as he stood from the lounge chair and took a long drag of cocaine with a rolled up paper.Â
âAh!â He sniffed in, making sure to take every last tid bit of the powder. âWhatâs your name again, baby?â he questioned the woman who came stuttering over.
âIâm still Sindy, baby~â the woman giggled.Â
âWell hello again, Sindy babyâ The man smirked. âHow about a little bubbly?âÂ
âOh yeah~âÂ
With that, the man grabbed the champagne bottle and popped it open, making sure to spray Sindy.
âOoo, looks like you got some on yaâ The man laughed, coming close to her and licking up the liquid off her body.
Sindy giggled, allowing him to do so as she held his head, âOoo!âÂ
The man then pulled away, strutting over to do some weights, while Sindy watched hungrily, making sure to dip her hips down on the lounge chair; imitating riding someone.Â
âYouâre so strong~â she hummed.
âOh well thank you babyâ the man chuckled, setting the weights down and then grabbing a blue pill.Â
âMmm, come here babyâ Sindy let out a hungry growl, pulling him in close and kissing his lips sensually. âMm, itâs blow time mister~â
âOh, is that an order?âÂ
âMhmm~â Sindy giggled as she went down to grab his cock.Â
âBe my guestâ he obliged, putting one leg up to give her some access.Â
âAhâŚthis retirement thing is really working outâ he moaned happily.Â
Without warning, a sniper bullet came whizzing through the air, hitting the man directly in the shoulder.
âArgh!â the man shouted, reaching for his gun while Sindy quickly ducked out of the way.
âHey!â Alexei shouted as he grabbed a single weight and threw it at the man.
Hilde then quickly shot the man another few times.
âArghâŚwhy?â he groaned as he pulled off his glasses, blood dripping from his mouth.
âYou got old Michaelâ Hilde smirked as she pointed her gun towards him and shot him dead.
Sindy chuckled as she pulled on her white suit and walked with the team towards the helicopter that Karl was flying.
âSee you back at the mansion Facundo.â
âYes maâam, safe flightâ Facundo spoke through the comms, packing up his sniper rifle gear and heading out.
Do you remember, The 21st night of SeptemberâŚâŚba dee ya, dancinâ in SeptemberâŚ..ba dee ya, never was a cloudy dayyyyyyyyâŚâŚ
Clouds hung low over Seattle, veiling the skyline in muted gray as the day unfolded.
It was like any other day for Duncan Vizla, the one and only Black Kaiser. He was taking care of his usual tasks, going to doctors, giving away part of his fortune to the less fortunate, and finalizing his standing with Damocles.
âKeeping the old gold handicap down?â âYes?â
âYes,â Duncan replied to his accountant with a stern expression.Â
âYesâ The accountant smiled, leaning back as he finalized his paperwork.Â
Meanwhile, in a church, there was a funeral going on for Michael, the man who âsupposedlyâ died while living it up in his home somewhere in Chile.Â
During the funeral, a woman wearing all black, stepped out, her phone ringing loudly and angering some of the attendants.Â
"Speak" the woman spoke over the phone as she exited the church she was visiting.
"You wanted to talk" Duncan answered her back, peering out of a window with his binoculars.Â
"You watching me?"
"Yep."
"We need to meet."
"Jimmy's in ten."
"I'll be there."
As Duncan hung up, he grabbed the sim card from his flip phone and tore it in two. As he tossed it, he exited the building he currently was in and headed to Jimmy's. When he entered, he glanced over at a table where the lovely Miss Vivian sat, as gloomy and alluring as ever.
"Dom Perignon, 2004, you remembered" Vivian smiled a bit, pulling off her sunglasses to view the one and only Black Kaiser sitting in front of her. "It's good to see you, Duncan."Â
"What happened to Michael?"Â
"I figured you might show up, so I brought you this" Vivian sighed, sliding a folder across the table.Â
Duncan glanced down at the folder and opened it, seeing the information that they had on what happened to Michael.Â
"Apparently, he'd been partying in his big ass McMansion down in Chile for days when he got attacked."Â
"And for you, sir?" The waiter asked kindly, pouring Vivian a glass.Â
"No" Duncan bluntly spoke, continuing to flip through the pages.
"You're not drinking?" Vivian questioned with curiosity.Â
"I quit." "What's this about, Vivian?" Duncan sighed in annoyance, until he spotted a yellow folder being pushed towards him.Â
"Michael was the fourth dead Damocles agent in the past month." "Our intel says Michael's killer is tied to a Russian outlet. They hired some Mexican hit man by the name of Pedro Gonzalez Gonzales. Heâs currently staking out in Belarus, Russia. Your old boss, Blut, sanctioned a revenge hitâ Vivian softly spoke as she slid a white envelope over to Duncan. âA million dollar bullet to tell this pendejo that we are not to be fucked with.â
âWell, Blut fired me,â Duncan replied, continuing to look at the photos that was in the yellow folder.
âOh, donât be such a cry-baby~â âHe lets go of everybody at fifty. You know that. Company fucking policy. You canât be a hit man with Alzheimerâsâ Vivian cracked a smile, taking a sip of her drink.
âGet one of the young guys, then.â
âTechnically, youâre still active for the next two weeksâ Vivian shrugged her shoulders a bit, pointing her glass towards him. âThis needs somebody with more finesse, moreâŚ..experienceâ she whispered, setting her drink down to caress his hand.Â
âWhy donât you do it?â Duncan asked, his gaze locking onto Vivianâs with cold, unflinching intensity.
âHe wants you. The Black Kaiser.âÂ
Duncan leaned back slightly from the table, gathering the yellow folder and white envelope and sliding them across to Vivian. Without a word, he rose and walked out, leaving the room quiet in his wake.
Vivian let out a long, frustrated sigh, sinking back into her chair. A pang of disappointment flickered through her, she hadnât been able to make Duncan take the hit.
With that, Duncan took his black '92-'96 Bronco down to Triple Oak, Montana, a cozy little town right smack in the middle of winter.Â
With a press of a button, Duncan rolled down his window to light his cigarette. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he grabbed the middle of it to blow some of the smoke out.
After a few twists and turns, he was in the middle of the quiet town of Triple Oak. Flicking the cigarette out of the window, he turned his wheel to park in front of this small grocery store.Â
âHmmâ Duncan groaned as he opened the car door and closed it behind him once he stepped out onto the concrete road.Â
âAnd I'm telling you sweetheart, it will change your lifeâ the owner of the grocery store said to her regular customer.
âAre you sure? Because Iâve bought so many types of rice and some of them donât taste the same as the ones I made years ago.â
âHoney, trust me, jasmine rice is the best option for you.â
DING
âWelcomeâ The owner smiled happily as she waved to Duncan.
Duncan gave a slight nod in her direction, grabbing a basket and beginning to scan the few items the store had.
âAlright, if you say soâ the woman shrugged as she handed the box of jasmine rice to the owner and pulled out her purse to pay for it.
âYou wonât regret it honeyâ The owner pressed a few buttons to the cash register and waited for money to be handed to her.
Duncan continued to browse the items, grabbing a couple of necessary things he needed. âHmmâ he grumbled to himself as he looked over the macaroni and cheese.Â
âY/n, sweetie!â The owner shouted happily as she came up from around the counter to approach a woman wearing medical scrubs.
âHey!â you laughed as you let go of the door and hugged her tightly. âIâm sorry that I havenât been here to see you for a long time Susie, I just-â
âI know, I know, long hours at the hospitalâŚ.patients sick here and thereâŚ.no need to explain it to me honey bunâ Susie smiled as she pulled away from the hug to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.
âThat too, but I found a bigger grocery store a few miles upâ you whispered with a devious smirk.
âHey!â Susie laughed as she playfully shoved you. âYou know my items are the best quality out there!â
You let out a soft giggle, pushing your glasses up a bit, âDid you get those new chips yet?â
âYes I did honey, theyâre right in the backâ Susie pointed towards the back corner of the store.
âThanks, Susie!â you smiled, grabbing a basket before heading toward the back. But as you walked, you could feel a pair of eyes on you, sending a slight tremor through your body.
âYou ready honey?â Susie waved Duncan over.
âYeahâ Duncan nodded, approaching the counter and placing his basket on top.
âAlrightâ Susie smiled as she began to scan the items.Â
As Duncan waited for all the items to be scanned, he casually looked back at you, finding something intriguing about you.Â
âMm, mmmâ You hummed to yourself, grabbing a two liter bottle of Pepsi and turning around to head towards the check out counter.Â
âHi,â you smiled at the tall man in front of you, finally noticing the way his eyes lingered, curious, but unreadable.
âHey,â Duncan replied with a low nod, voice rough, polite, like he wasnât used to small talk anymore. He turned back to pay for his items, but not before glancing at you one last time.
âAlright sweetie, youâre all setâ Susie smiled, handing him his bagged items and then putting the basket behind her.
Approaching the counter, you set your basket down, handing Susie your items. âHeâs tall,â you giggled softly.
âYeah, he definitely is,â Susie smiled, watching Duncan head towards the Movie Express box across the street.Â
âIs he new to the town?â you questioned curiously, your eyes still lingering on the mysterious man.Â
âI think so? I am not too sure honeyâ Susie chuckled, beginning to bag your items.
âHmm, oh wellâ You shrugged, paid for your items, and then waved goodbye to Susie.Â
Stepping out into the cold, you made your way to the car, the crunch of snow beneath your boots breaking the stillness. You opened the passenger door and set your bagged items on the seat.
Across the street, Duncan slipped off his glasses and retrieved a movie from the bottom of the Movie Express box. Straightening to his full height, his gaze drifted toward you, watching as you placed your things inside the car.
You closed the door and jogged around to the driverâs side, catching his stare again. A soft chuckle escaped you as you gave him a small wave before sliding into the driverâs seat. The engine hummed to life, and you rubbed your hands together, trying to chase the cold from your skin.
Duncan let out a quiet hum, his breath visible in the air as he turned away. He headed toward his Bronco, slipping inside and starting the engine, but his mind lingered, filled with thoughts he couldnât quite name.
A couple hours went by as Duncan lounged on his chair, watching as the fire crackled with life. Continuous beeps could be heard from his open laptop, an indication that Vivian was trying to get into contact with him.
A loud groan escaped his lips as he sat up from his chair and approached the computer, noticing the amount of messages that were sent. âFucking christâŚâ.Â
Grabbing his flip phone, he pushed in a new chip, pressed a couple of buttons and put the phone to his ear.
âSpeak.â
âI got your message.â
âWhich one? The first or the fifteenth?â Vivian causally pulled off her sunglasses as she spoke in her sarcastic tone of voice.Â
âYou only get thirty seconds,â Duncan said flatly.Â
âBlut wonât take no for an answer. You didnât hang up, so I assume you want to know how much.â âTwo million. One now, one when itâs done.âÂ
âItâs still a no.âÂ
âThis shit-spit really struggles with that two-letter word. What the fuck else you got going on?âÂ
âA lot.âÂ
âYou donât strike me as a man with a hobby.â
âYour thirty seconds is up.â
âJesus, mary, fuck. Are you retired or retar-â
Duncan quickly snapped the phone shut, grabbed the SID chip from the phone and broke it in two.Â
Grabbing another chip, he inserted back into the phone, and dialed up Vivianâs number again.Â
âItâs two million. Donât make me fuckinâ beg.â
âLeave the file on the company server.â
âYou donât have to be such-âÂ
Duncan hung up again, repeating the same process as before with the SID chip. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he walked over to the bowl of fish he had, giving them a bit of food so they could eat.Â
âYou did well. Though, your description of me as a shit-spit didnât go unnoticed.â âDoes he scare you?âÂ
âYou fucking scare meâ Vivian groaned in annoyance as she walked over to small table that had a tray of brandy.Â
âJust talking to the Black Kaiser makes you nervousâ Hilde laughed as she approached beside the one and only Blut.Â
âYouâre shakingâ Blut smirked, squeezing a bit of cream into his hands and rubbing them together.
âYou should just forget about him and move on.âÂ
âWho can forget about the Black Kaiser?â Blut flashed a grimace of disapproval. âSo very special.â
âThis is a bad ideaâ Vivian shook her head, taking a sip of the brandy while lounging on the chair beside Blutâs desk.
âSpare me the lecture. Unless you have a better way of putting him in our crosshairs and saving me eight million dollars.â âSo, shut the fuck up, and letâs go with my plan, and send him to Belarus to dieâ Blut shouted.
Hilde traced her fingers lightly across Blutâs chest, a sly smirk tugging at her lips as she glanced toward Vivian.
âIf he accepts this assignment, heâll expect one million in his account before he makes a move. I need authorization to make it happenâ Vivian bluntly told Blut, setting down her drink and grabbing the folder she had walked in with, before setting out to do her usual business.Â
Blut groaned as he slapped Hildeâs ass, giving it a slight rub as she groaned in pleasure. Â
It was about six in the morning in Triple Oak, everyone hustling and bustling to get to their jobs. But for you, it was time to head home after a long shift at the hospital.
âSee you tomorrow y/n!â
âSee you tomorrow, Lisa!â you waved, pulling your purse close as you stepped out of the hospitalâs sliding doors. The crisp morning air met you like a splash of ice water.
âHmm⌠pancakes and bacon sound good,â you hummed softly, rubbing your stomach. The thought made you smile as you turned down the street. The Triple Oak Diner wasnât far â just a few blocks from the hospital, tucked near the heart of town.
Your boots clicked against the sidewalk, breath visible in the cold air. The town was quiet this early, the streets washed in pale winter light.
Finally, the diner came into view, a warm neon glow against the gray morning. You reached for the handle, already tasting the coffee youâd order, when your foot hit a slick patch of ice.
âAh!â you gasped, the world tilting out from under you, but a firm hand caught your arm before you could hit the ground.
âEasy there,â a deep, steady voice murmured.
You blinked, breath hitching as you looked up.
âOh my gosh, Iâm so sorry!â you said quickly, brushing snow from your coat, then froze. It was him. The same man from the grocery store.
He looked almost exactly as you remembered, tall, broad, quiet eyes that seemed to see more than they let on.
âNo need to be sorry,â Duncan said with a small chuckle, his voice low and rough-edged but warm at the edges.
For a second, you just stood there, caught in that brief, silent space where everything else fell away, the morning, the cold, even your breath.
He opened the door for you, âThere you go.â
âI-uhâŚ.thank you. Againâ you said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. âIâm-uh-y/n.â
He gave a short nod, the faintest smile ghosting across his face. âDuncan.â
âWell, thanksâŚDuncan.â
âAnytime.â
You stepped inside, holding the door for him as he followed, his movements deliberate and calm. He made his way toward the booth in the back, and you adjusted your coat, trying to settle your racing thoughts.
But you couldnât help it, your eyes drifted toward him again. There was something about the way he moved, the quiet confidence in his presence, that sparked a warmth inside you, one you didnât even realize could exist.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
"A nadie tienes que rendir cuentas, si no haces mal a nadie, como a nadie tienes que explicar nada; por eso no debes agotarte en las vanas tareas de querer convencer y gustar, lo importante es que estĂŠs convencido y te guste lo que haces, y si tienes un gran sueĂąo debes estar dispuesto a un gran esfuerzo para concretarlo, porque sĂłlo lo grande alcanza lo grande.
Si estudias superficialmente aprenderĂĄs superficialmente; si vives por la mitad sĂłlo conocerĂĄs la mitad de la vida; si tienes la cabeza dividida verĂĄs al mundo dividido; si trabajas por obligaciĂłn serĂĄs un desocupado, un desdichado mas; si tienes miedo no conocerĂĄs al amor, que es valentĂa".