I’m holed up in that dingy inn room in Vhor, heart pounding from the kill. The guard’s blood still warm on my blades. Dropped from the wall like a shadow, knife slicing his throat clean. Now, fleeing into the black night, cape swallowing me whole. But first, this room—paid five times over for a basin, mirror, bed. Privacy to unwind.
Sweat clings. Suie smears my face. I strip fast. Pourpoint off, shirt tossed, pants to my knees. Daggers gleam on the belt, my only lovers. Mirror shows me: short black hair, steel-gray eyes, full lips, that chin dimple. Tits small, perky, nipples hardening already. Androgynous face—man or woman? Fuck it, I’m me.
Awakening the Urge
Wet cloth in hand, I wipe my face, neck, down to my bush. Black curls soaked. Excitement throbs after every steal. Tonight’s no different. Cloth presses my slit. Hot. Wet. Knees part, pants strain. I push deeper, fabric burning against my clit. Bite my lip. ‘Oh fuck, that’s good…’ Nipples peak, begging. Pinch one hard—boom, orgasm hits like a punch. Table shakes as I grip it, eyes locked on mirror. My face twists in bliss. Fingers drop cloth, trace scar on my pussy lips. Plunge in rough. Second cum rips through me, thighs quaking.
Morning light creeps. I wake nude, legs splayed wide. Ritual time. Fingers dive straight to my dripping hole. Muscled thighs tremble. Two quick waves crash over me, moans muffled. Bliss before the world’s shit.
Downstairs, cold soup, hard bread. News hits: bounty hunter on my tail. Johann le Braz. Shit. Blaireau spills it over beer. Empire crumbling, but he’s real danger. My pussy clenches at the risk. Transgression fuels me—steal, kill, touch myself raw. Can’t quit now.
Back in my real skin, café terrace at ‘Comme chez vous’. Tablet glows with Vhor feed. My thief’s life pulses. Coffee bitter, croissant sweet. But my cock—wait, no. I’m her creator, Antonin, stroking to her solo fucks. Last night, watched her finger herself post-heist. Came hard in my pants, zipper biting.
The urge builds. Valentine’s behind counter—blonde, tits heavy under sweater. Green eyes flick my way. World dying outside, ozone gone, sun frying us. Fuck it. My hand slips under table, rubs bulge. Risky. She might see.
Surrender to the Heat
Decision snaps. Connect deeper. Let Lanna run wild while I grind here. Heart races. Forbidden mix—virtual her, real me. Balls tighten.
Pants unzip quiet. Cock springs free, thick vein pulsing. Pre-cum slicks thumb. Stroke slow, eyes on Valentine. She bends, ass round. Imagine her mouth. Faster now, fist pumping. Lanna’s moans echo in my head—her fingers buried deep.
Counter hides her? No, she’s touching too. Jupe up, string aside. Fingers in her wet cunt, circling clit. Face flushes. Our eyes almost meet. She cums hard, biting lip. I explode—ropes of hot cum splatter thigh, table edge. Gasp muffled. She hands sandwich, fingers sticky with her juice. Smells her musk. Nearly caught.
She sighs, watches her warrior prowl Vhor. I grin inside. Lanna slips city gates at dawn. Safe for now.
Back to normal. Wipe cum discreet. Valentine blushes, offers dinner. Real thrill incoming? Secret burns sweet. Osen the line—avatar’s pussy mine to watch, real cock erupts from it. No one knows. Society’s eyes blind. This rush? Pure, dirty bliss. I’ll chase it forever.