My Loving Assassin

My Loving Assassin
Chapter III: Midnight
The time when Azriel and Antoinetta made love in the river was only their first, by no means their last. Any time that they could find a way to be alone together; whether that was in an inn or in an abandoned house, they would make love over and over again.
One particular day, Azriel was sent to the town of Chorrol to stage a fake murder, that of Francois Motierre, who wished to escape from debt collectors. One thing that Azriel knew, though, even as he rode to the town of Chorrol, was that the night after the “murder” the house would be completely empty, and Azriel would still have the key. This meant that now he and Antoinetta would have a specific place to which they could return to be together. Before leaving the sanctuary he had told her about this and instructed her to meet him there at roughly midnight.
The job was far too easy. Azriel simply stabbed Mottiere with the poisoned dagger as soon as the debt-collector entered his house, and then ran, fleeing the town for a few hours. When he had returned, Antoinetta was waiting at the door for him, clad in a black dress. The dress was soaked because of the rain and was clinging to her voluptuous curves. The dress itself was cut to reveal cleavage, but because of the cold rain it had revealed that she was also wearing no undergarments as her nipples were pert. There were slits up the legs on either side, revealing her white thighs and Azriel smiled at her as she gave him a lustful stare.
“Good evening,” he said to her, unlocking the door and opening it for both of them. The body had apparently been removed and she stepped inside, her hips swaying slightly as she walked. Azriel followed her in and closed the door behind him, locking it shut. “That’s a very fine dress, Antoinetta.”
“Thank you, brother,” Antoinetta said. The term of endearment she chose always made Azriel a little uneasy, but he kept in mind that she simply meant that they were brother and sister in the eyes of Sithis. “Of course, now it’s wet, and I can’t really wear wet clothes now can I?”
“No, I suppose not,” Azriel said, giving her a devious smile. “Let’s head upstairs and get you out of that.” He offered his hand to her. She took his hand and he led her up the stairs to Motierre’s bedroom. The bed was large enough for three people, more than enough for them, and Azriel could not help but wonder what sort of life Motierre had led. Antoinetta turned her back to Azriel and he came up behind her, kissing her neck and smelling her hair, his lips tickling and teasing her sensitive skin. She shivered and moaned and he placed his hands on her hips, pulling her in closer. When her buttocks had made contact with his groin she pushed it into him, grinding against his throbbing manhood.
As Azriel’s kisses continued to trail all over her neck he slipped the straps of her black dress down off of her shouders, revealing her white, smooth back. He kissed further down her back, much to her surprise, all the while sliding the dress down further and further. After it had slipped past her hips he simply let it fall on the floor and kissed the small of her back, causing her to first arch backwards, and then forwards in pleasure. As she arched forwards he gave her a light push and she fell onto the bed, her face caught in the pillow. She turned over and looked up at him, her body lying, vulnerable, and tempting.
Azriel immediately began to undress himself, removing everything until he too was fully nude before her. His dark skin made him almost hard to see in the dim light, but she could see once again his tight muscles and throbbing manhood, as well as those stunning red eyes which she had come to so admire. Azriel climbed onto the bed with her and kissed her neck and collar bone again, eliciting more moans from her lips. His mouth trailed further down until he came to her breasts and he flicked his tongue over her left nipple. She gasped and he took this as a good sign, so he dragged his tongue up and down against it, listening to her sounds of building lust. His teeth were somewhat sharper than a human’s teeth, but not so much as to easily draw blood, and he lightly bit her nipple, nibbling on it and moving it with his tongue.
Soon the pleasure was too much for Antoinetta and she forcefully pushed him over so that he was lying on his back and straddled him. Taking his long shaft in her hands she guided it to her sex as she came down upon him, letting him fill her once again. He groaned and reached up his hands to massage her breasts, but she grabbed both of his wrists and pinned him down, his hands against the pillows behind him. She began to move up and down on him, sliding his shaft in and out of her, and she let out louder and louder moans as she did. Azriel felt helpless, trapped, vulnerable, and alive. He loved being her prisoner, her slave who was giving her exactly what she wanted. She rode faster and faster, her hips swaying in a circular motion that drove him mad and the heat and wetness increasing with even the subtlest motions. She could feel herself getting close now, as could he, and they both began to shout and cry out together, both of their backs arching as they finally released and then collapsed in the soft bed together.
They held each other for what seemed like hours, breathing heavily and gazing into each other’s eyes before finally Azriel spoke to her. “Get some sleep, love. In the morning I have more work to do.”