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You just can't catch her.
You quickly scan the alleyway to see if you can spot a flash of her white hair. Moving at an inhuman speed, you see something turn the corner. Shit.
Heart thundering, you pound your feet on the concrete after her. You've already been running for twenty minutes. Your boss thought you could take on the infamous Quanxi, but apparently, you have met your match.
The sun was setting at last. This meant an end to the heat and sweating but it would make Quanxi virtually impossible to find, under the cloak of darkness.
You rub the sweat and dirt out of your eyes as you try to see which direction she went. In the distance, you catch a glimpse of white turning down an alleyway.
"There's the bitch," you mumble to yourself as you take off down the street.
The passerby tends to steer clear of you, seeing the franticness in your charge. You didn't care what they think. Your mind was only on that $10,000 bounty on Quanxi's pretty little head.
Your frustration is growing to be unbearable. You try to run faster angling your body downward, but it does no good. She already left your sight by the time you find the ally.
You don't want to give up so easily, be so utterly useless when so many rely on your services. But if you run another step your lungs are sure to collapse. You lean against the wall of the ally, trying to regain your breath. Everything hurt. You weren't supposed to be this weak. You are a runner, they chose you specifically for this operation, and yet here you are on the brink of collapse.
You feel your concealed weapons pushing against your body: three knives strapped to your legs, a gun and rope in your belt, a dagger under your bra strap, ninja stars around your waist. It was as if they were a reminder that you were not completing what you said– what you promised– you would do
Abruptly, you realize you aren't alone in the ally anymore. You sense a presence in the distance under the shadows. The figure looks like a tall woman, moving with such confidence only befitting a... an assassin. It's Quanxi.
If your lungs weren't aching you would've easily captured her with a throw of your rope, for she is moving at such a slow pace. All you could do was stare in both frustration and awe.
As she comes into the light, you immediately notice her lack of sweat or dirt, even after running through the dirty city streets. Her white ponytail swishes back and forth as she walks towards you. You realize she has an eyepatch– something common in the world of those who make deals with devils.
Her loose black tank top exposes her strong arms and cleavage. You gulp, trying not to let her appearance distract you from your operation. With your mind clearing and breath slowing, you manage to think, why is she coming towards me? You were supposed to capture her, you were supposed to–
Before you could finish your thought, Quanxi made your brain halt completely. She smoothly leans against the wall next to you, crossing her arms. You freeze, too startled to move. You know of the many rumors– her preference for fiendish sexual partners, her crossbow devil ability, her incredible fist-fighting skills.
But you didn't hear a single word about how unbelievably, immeasurably gorgeous she is.
"You made an impressive chase," she says in a mocking tone. Her voice is deep and sultry.
You make eye contact with her at last. Her eye is an airy gray color like the sky before a storm. And that eye is staring directly at you. You feel your cheeks burn as you quickly turn your head.
You mumble your reply in an equally harsh tone, "Well, you're quite hard to catch."
Quanxi laughs lowly. "I stopped running. So why don't you take me now?" she asks, turning to face you with her arms still crossed. Her face was suddenly inches from yours as if tempting you to capture her right here and now. So why don't you?
"That would take the fun out of it," you reply halfheartedly. The truth was that you knew she would never let you turn her in. She was far too difficult a target even for the vast sum of money.
She hummed in response, smiling slightly. "I have an idea to make it more fun."
Your cheeks flush an even brighter shade of red at the tone of her voice, the closeness of her body. You finally manage to turn to look up at her.
It takes all your confidence to say, "And what would that be?" You know that you are not supposed to give in to the targets games, but with Quanxi you can't resist.
"Go out for a drink with me."
What?
Did she just ask me out?
You internally shake your head at the thought. She was clearly trying to distract you from that bounty over her head. Unfortunately, that distraction was working.
"Oh– ok," you stumble.
She smiles sweetly at your nervousness. "Ready to go now?"
"I have to shower– and stuff, first."
"Oh, but that won't do," Quanxi says, putting a finger under your chin to tilt your face upwards. She peered down at you, moving your face from side to side, observing the dirt smudges on your cheeks. "If you are so concerned about your appearance perhaps you would like to grab a drink at my house instead?"
You tense at her touch, feeling sparks shoot down your body. Although it was now night you are burning up.
You gulp. "Ok, that works." Anything to get her to stop looking at you like that– with her heavy-lidded eye and perfectly upturned mouth.
"Are you alright to run?"
This woman is clearly not a good judge of your physical condition, for you still haven't regained your breath and can't even straighten your back. Still, it would make things easier for both of you if you weren't seen together.
You simply give her a nod. She immediately begins running at a slower pace than before, giving you time to catch up. Although your feet are numb you manage to keep up with her. You run through abandoned buildings and secret allies, only the fall of your feet breaking the silence.
Surprisingly, she lived only five minutes away from where she found you. It was a dark, run-down little building, looking more like a storefront than a home. A single lantern hung outside on a stick. It was completely quiet besides the echo of distant sounds of the city. At the very least you will get the location of her house, even if you can't catch her. You look for an address on the outside but there is none, only the cracked concrete and large pained windows.
She inserts a key into the door and you hear several locks undoing themselves. She holds the door wide open for you, displaying a dark corridor. The glow of the lantern displays a smug expression on her flawless face.
You hesitate. What if she was out to get you? She wouldn't have a reason, you were reasonably unknown as a bounty hunter.
"It's more inviting than it looks," Quanxi says with a smile. She flips a light switch near the door and the hall comes into view. It was simple with white concrete walls and a side table.
You reluctantly cross the threshold. Quanxi shuts the door behind you and secures the nine locks. Your stomach does a flip at the noise. What if she was trying to trap you in? Were you going to die for your foolish desires?
You follow Quanxi's movements and take your combat boots off near the door.
"You can open that door, it leads to the living room," she says pointing forward.
You walk in silence and open the door to an open room. It had a couple of floor-to-ceiling windows, all covered by shades. The lights were dim, only a single floor lamp was on in the corner of the room. A staircase crept up the back wall. You sit down on a leather couch. It all looked fairly normal and unassuming. You could never tell that this is the home of a world-class assassin.
Quanxi leans in the doorway and watches you peer around the room. She has a knowing look on her face. "I'll go make drinks," she says, disappearing through another door.
You remain in silence, in conflict over whether this was really the smartest move. You still have your weapons if this night takes a turn for the worst. The one positive is that Quanxi is a fist-fighter. She wouldn't be prepared if you pulled out a knife or gun on her. You hope it wouldn't get to that. You hope that this whole interaction would lead somewhere else... but you had yet to admit that to yourself. For now, all you could do is sit and wait.
"Here," Quanxi suddenly says, holding out a wine glass to you.
You jump at the sound of her voice.
"Thanks..." you say, taking the drink. It looked to be a glass of red wine, but you sniff the contents anyway to try to see if she tipped it with poison. You try to make the gesture subtle so as to not offend Quanxi, but she notices anyway.
"I wouldn't poison you, you know," she says, sitting down on the couch next to you. She leans back with one arm over the back of the couch and another holding her own drink. You see her muscles flex as she moves and you can't help but stare. She was so strong, with muscular biceps and veined hands. She could easily snap your neck if she wanted to. But you sensed that her intention was not to hurt you, at least, not at this moment, with her soft gaze and open position.
You sit there tensely, not sure what to say next. The small room was suddenly becoming even smaller, the tension rising. You couldn't let this silence go on for any longer.
"So... why did you invite me over?" you say.
"I was trying to make your chase more fun, remember?"
"Are you going to let me capture you so easily? In your own home?"
"Maybe, if you do as I say," Quanxi says in a suggestive tone, leaning closer to you.
Your cheeks flush bright red. Still, you muster the courage to ask, "And what is it you would like me to do?"
Quanxi leans back with a smirk. You nearly dissolve at the sight of her smug face, her thick eyelashes, her perfect, upturned little mouth, even her eyepatch– which was somehow becoming increasingly sexier. At that moment, you can't help but stare at her beauty. You wish you could reach out and touch her long white hair and–
"Have a couple more drinks. And then have sex with me."
Your flush spreads to your neck. You can feel your heartbeat pick up speed, racing at what feels like a million beats per minute. This is what you wanted all along, wasn't it? So why are you so scared? Is it her confidence that intimidates you? Or is it the fact that you are utterly failing at your job and just looking at her that fills you up with guilt?
Either way, you are infatuated. You can't say no. Your body aches for her. And if she allows you to take her in at the end, (which you highly doubted she would), it would kill two birds with one stone.
"Ok," you reply simply.
Quanxi showed no reaction to your affirmation. She only finishes off her drink and gets up to grab another, taking your empty glass out of your hand as well. Your fingers brush accidentally and you try to suppress a shudder.
You watch as she leaves the room, observing the outline of muscles in her back and the curve of her ass.
She comes back with two shot glasses and a full bottle of vodka, the expensive kind. Apparently, you both will have to be drunk to carry out her plan. This wasn't a problem, in your book. Perhaps a few drinks would ease the strain in your muscles and the pounding in your head.
She sits down and pours you both a glass. "Ready?" she asks. You nod your head.
You both pour it back and she watches your reaction. Your face remains stoic, you are used to the burning sensation. She may have doubted your physical abilities earlier, but now you could prove her wrong. You are not only the fastest bounty hunter, but you can also down the most shots.
Quanxi wasn't interested in having a competition, though. After a couple more drinks, she leans back again on the couch. You follow her movement, the leather cool against your back.
You don't feel entirely inebriated yet. Your mind is still alert and you can sense the tension rising once again. You expect her to get right into it, but she doesn't. She looks at you expectantly and says, "Do you want to take a shower first?"
Embarrassment clouds your mind. "I– sure."
You forgot you were covered with sweat and dirt from your run through the streets. Although her house was airconditioned you still felt the stickiness of sweat clinging to your body.
"I'll show you to the bathroom," she says, getting up. She doesn't appear too drunk either, based on her swift actions.
She leads you up the stairs to a dim hallway. All of a sudden the walls close in. The small hallway could barely fit the two of you. You feel your heart begin to patter with nervousness. She stops in the middle of the hallway in front of a door and turns towards you.
You put your hand on the door, ready to turn the knob when she says, "Wait." She puts her hand on top of yours so you don't twist the knob. You freeze at her touch. Her hand on top of yours makes your skin burn, tingles running up your arm.
Her body is close to yours, her breath hot against your neck. You slowly turn to look up at her face. She was smiling, glancing down to your lips, then your eyes, then back again. Your body ached, both from the exertion and how badly you wanted her, how heavily you felt the tension rise in that dark hallway. You can't hold back any longer.
You feel her breath hitch as you plant your lips upon hers, moving gently and sweetly at first. Quanxi seems to have been waiting for your permission. She cups your jaw and kisses you back, harder. Her lips are soft and wet and taste like the vodka you had just downed.
She pushes you against the wall, her tall figure pressing flush against your body. You feel the curve of her breasts, nipples hard under her shirt. You feel the softness of her pale skin and the strongness of her thighs rubbing against you. The heat between you two would be unbearable if you didn't enjoy it so much. Every time she pulls away you go in for more immediately. You move your hands around her shoulders so she can't escape you. You fear that she could leave at any moment, realize that you two are supposed to be against one another. But that fear does not hold you back.
She goes from cupping your jaw to moving her hand to the side of your head and then to your back, her fervent touch making you shiver. She grips your hair as you let out a soft moan, unable to contain yourself.
Quanxi proceeds to enter her tongue into your mouth, brushing it against your own tongue. You gasp into the kiss, the throbbing sensation between your thighs beginning to ache. You feel her whisper your name against your mouth and you let out a whimper. Quanxi's lips leave yours and you are about to beg for more when you feel her hand trace the hem of your shirt. You shudder at the gentle touch. "May I?" she asks.
You nod your head, cheeks flushed and breathing rapidly. You don't even comprehend what she is asking until she lifts your shirt. Only then do you remember– shit. Your weapons.
You are about to say something– god forbid stop her– but she is too fast, too eager. She sees the ninja stars on a rope around your waist. She gives a breathy laugh as you move to take them off. Then she reaches the knife in your bra and takes it out herself. With a flick of her wrist, she throws it straight into the wall at the end of the hall. It makes a hollow thump as it embeds itself. Why was that so hot?
Unable to resist any longer, she kisses you again with a newfound intensity. She trails her hand up your arm to your breasts. You aren't in exactly the sexiest attire, as you were supposed to be on a job, but she doesn't seem to care. She moves her hand under your bra and grabs your breast, kissing you harder. Her lips glide against yours messily and you feel a biting sensation at your bottom lip. You open your eyes to see her heavy-lidded eye staring directly into yours, your lip between her teeth. The subtle pain feels so good that you whine out a moan. She smiles down at you as she lifts up her own shirt off of her body, only to reveal a heavy armament of miniature knives, chains, and ninja stars.
"Fuck," you say. The weaponry, somehow, was undeniably sexy. You wish you can get undressed quicker, though, so you could finally– finally–
She grins at you as she easily undoes a clip in the back and swings the straps of the weapon holder off. She was ripped, her abs strong and defined and you can't help but reach out and run your hands over her stomach, then her large breasts covered by her bra, leaning in to kiss her more.
She takes you off the wall with a pull of her hands behind your back and leads you to another door, making out with you all the while. You stumble through the small hall, suddenly unable to control your limbs as they try to take in as much of Quanxi as possible.
The door leads to her bedroom– a room with a large bed full of pillows with little plants on top of the headboard. The only light comes from a window on the wall that overlooks the street below. She flips a switch and a dim bedside lamp turns on. You open your eyes quickly to glance at her figure in the soft light, in her aroused state.
She pushes you gently into the room and onto the bed. You fall onto its soft white sheets, not caring any longer about the dirt and sweat covering your body. You knew as soon as she put her hand on top of yours that you would never make it into the shower.
You look up to see Quanxi staring down at you. She looks stunning from this position, her light hair falling over her shoulder towards you and her face eager. Instead of falling upon your lips, she goes for your neck, leaving wet kisses up your throat and collarbone. At the side of your neck, she sucks at the skin, leaving a mark. You tangle your hands through her silky hair as she does this, feeling the strands slip through your fingers.
Then she begins kissing you down your body, every wet mark leaving you tingling and edging for more. She reaches for the hem of your pants and looks at you for affirmation. You nod, eyes blurring from arousal. "Yes, please," you choke out.
She begins slipping your pants down, revealing your soaking underwear, then the gun, the rope, the knives... she laughs wildly as you pry the weapons from your body. She takes the knife and throws it again right into the floor, watching for your reaction. "You like that, don't you?" she says lowly.
She doesn't give you a chance to answer as she throws your pants to the floor and starts leaving kisses up your legs, causing your breath to hitch and your thighs to squeeze together, the throbbing in your core begging for her touch. As she does this you quickly slip your bra over your head, your nipples growing hard from the sudden exposure to the air and the way she is touching you– oh god.
You sit up swiftly and she stands, beginning to take off her own pants. You help her, quickly undoing the belt and pulling them down to reveal an array of knives– as if she didn't have enough around her torso. Once again, the sight of the powerful, muscular woman with weapons that could easily kill you only makes your arousal heighten.
"I thought fist-fighting was your specialty," you said, exasperated by the effort of resisting kissing her as you unstrap the many weapons.
"You must've misheard. It was fisting that was my–"
As soon as you unstrap the last holster you pull her down hard against your mouth, causing her sentence to dissolve midway through. You hardly notice that Quanxi took off her bra as you were helping her. Her breasts were now visible, heavy as she leans over you with hardened nipples. The feeling of them against your own bare chest sends shivers up your spine.
You moan as she grasps one of your breasts in her hand, kneading as she pushes her wet lips onto yours, using her tongue to leave you breathless as she fills your mouth entirely.
You hook one hand around to her naked back, which is soft and muscular at the same time. You pull her as close as possible, your other hand cupping her breast. You feel her smile against your mouth so you open your eyes. She tugs at your wet underwear and you simply pull it off because she didn't need permission any longer– she is yours for this moment, for while your bodies are moving to the same rhythm.
She takes off her own and you see her stunning, moistened pussy. You look her up and down, taking in the whole of her naked figure. She climbs on top of you again and moves her mouth to your neck, then to your breast. She licks your nipple first and then sucks at the surrounding area, leaving a hickey, groping your ass all the while. You arch your back involuntarily, aching for her to go further
She makes her way down to your core, kissing you wetly. Then, she makes eye contact with you as she thrusts her tongue into your cunt. You yelp with the sudden surge of pleasure. She uses her tongue to flick your clit and then pulls out, leaving you on the brink of whining for more. Then she proceeds to slide her tongue seductively into your core, slowly licking the folds of your skin. You shudder at the feeling of her wetness against yours. You feel a climax coming on embarrassingly fast.
She then sticks her fingers into your core, flicking your clit and hitting your g-spot repeatedly, eliciting uncontrolled moans from your mouth. Then she rubs small circles into you. You say, "More... oh god, please..." between gasps.
You grind into her fingers, feeling sweaty and hot all over again. The pressure is building, you know you are soon to release. Her hardened nipples rub against your body as you hold her upper arm tight.
Your stomach tightens as you say, "Quanxi, I'm about to–" She moves her fingers faster, causing your breath to become labored.
She hits your g-spot again, causing you to finish all the way. You lay there for a second, breathing hard, feeling the waves of pleasure ride over your body. Quanxi stands with flushed cheeks. She puts her wet fingers into her mouth and sucks them slowly, looking at you all the while. "Fuck."
Only a moment later you pull Quanxi in close, her body falling against yours. You pull her head down and whisper, "Your turn," shoving your fingers into her.
She moans at the sudden sensation. You circle your fingers within her wetness and flick at her clit. She closes her eye as she grinds into your hand.
You want to taste her too. You manage to flip her over onto the bed, continuing to move your fingers inside her. You move your mouth downwards, onto her cunt, and heighten the sensation by sucking at her folds. You repeat the same motion, hitting her g-spot and sucking, until she says between breaths, "Shit– I'm cumming." She arches her back and releases into your hand. You gladly lick up her juices, moving your tongue slowly, making sure she notices.
When you see that she is not getting up you flop down on your back next to her. It takes all of your efforts to not ask for another round, to feel her touch at least one more time.
"Fuck..." was all you could manage to utter. She turns her head towards you, her pupil dilated under her cover of thick eyelashes, her other eye covered by her eyepatch.
"Won't you stay the night?" Quanxi asks.
You think of a million possibilities of what else you could do tonight with this incredible woman. But no– you have to get back to your boss and report your failure (or win, in your opinion.)
Your mind is still clouded by arousal. You can't leave her now– not after that.
"Your fiends won't mind?" you say with a grin. You turn your head to look at her fully, her back pressed against the bed and breasts laying across her chest, just asking to be touched again, her lips bruised and swollen, her cheeks reddened, the bed soaked underneath you– yeah, you can't leave now.
"They won't mind," she replies simply.
She turns around so her stomach presses against the bed, her breasts dangling and ass in full view.
She leans over you and kisses your sensitive lips, slowly. She pulls away an inch from your face and says in a suggestive tone, barely above a whisper, "Another round?"
"Yes, please," you say, your body already aching for more.