A little punishment. Marcos x Asma x Katarina -mature content-

So basically... out of nowhere, came this! (still our little shenanigans but hush) :D be offended my dears! be very! :p Marcos and Katarina belong to my friends!

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I caught a glimpse, it was almost an accident. I woke up early this morning and wanted to take a shower. On my way to the bathroom, I stopped by Katarina and Marcos bedroom. Marcos was sleeping but Katarina wasn't in bed. Curiously, I ventured towards her changing room, and I saw her there, already fresh and clean and in the middle of her daily morning routine. I gasped and hid behind the wall, pretending I wasn't there. My breath was short, my knees went weak. She was splendid. She was beautiful. I tried to force myself to leave the room. Marcos was there, still sleeping and the bed was messy. It smelled passion, raw, sweat, desire and body fluids. It smelled nice, it was arousing. She was arousing. I couldn't avoid it and looked past the door, only to see her gracious and lush silhouette. She had already noticed me, I knew, but I didn't care. The little smirk she had on her lips was an evidence, a little mystery she left for me to decode." I see you." That was the message. I smirked and leaned my head against the wall as I watched her brush her gorgeous jet black hair. She had crossed her legs and was tantalizing me. "Come closer, I know you want." These legs would have said it, if they could talk and I would have obeyed.  My breathing was short, labored as I felt a wave of warmth coming from deep within. I mind-absently rubbed my legs together, bit at my forefinger because arousal was strangling me. She was there, only a few feet away. I could reach her, I could go there and ravish her. I wanted to but yesterday we agree on a bet. I had to keep my hands in my pockets, resist her beauty, resist my mistress. I should be a good girl but HOW COULD I BE? How could I, when all I wanted was to join her, make love to her...let her possess me completely?!

I felt a large hand on my neck, squeezing it lightly, just enough to make me realize he was awake. I almost squealed but bit at my forefinger harder. He was awake! I could tell it was him, not just because I could read his psychic print, but his scent was familiar. HIs touch was familiar. I knew Katarina could see us from where she was, with her powers and it aroused me even more. Marcos large free hand stroked my leg before he reached the bottom of the large shirt I was wearing. I shivered and tried to muffle my gasps. It was thrilling this way. Unexpected but thrilling anyway. I swallowed a lump as I felt his hand hastily push up the shirt and uncover my plump brown rear.

"She's watching you Asma... If you say her name you lose the bet and to spice things up, if you make some noise, you lose the bet." - Wait for what? I wasn't allowed to make a sound?-

"How come I can't make a--.." He silenced me with a hand on my mouth.

 "ta ta ta... no talking princess. Now let me say a proper "good morning"." He smirked and pulled away from my ears.

I heard a small noise, his boxers he got rid of and I felt his other hand push me behind, so I would bend over, lean my face against the door while he slammed himself from behind. It was a powerful thrust. The kind to make me scream but I had to keep my mouth closed. It took everything I have not to scream and swallow it back into my throat. Marcos was well endowed, for as far as I know. My eyes were almost revulsed as I tried to relish in the burning feeling between my legs. He didn't stop, didn't let me the time to adjust to his cock as he started to properly fuck me. My bumblebee eyes were still staring at Katarina who was pretending she didn't hear a single thing while I KNEW.. and could feel she was not missing a single bit of what was happening. She glanced at me, with her gorgeous hazel eyes, still trying to make me lose my bet as she was now applying some makeup on her face. A gorgeous red lipstick, red like blood to those lips I desperately wanted to kiss.

"Mmmmmpphhhh.. mmmhhh" I couldn't scream..I couldn't, not even when Marcos was hitting the right spots. Oh fuck, he was good! He was more than good! He was skilled! His name was just there, behind my closed lips but I refused to say it. His hips were smacking hard against my plump rear, making it jiggle and bounce against his abs. He groaned huskily, sending shivers down my spine and waves of pleasure through my whole body. Fuck! I wanted to scream. Katarina slowly pushed her chair away so she could put her creamy pale legs on the vanity and I nearly outstretched my hand towards her, but that hand was grabbed by my other lover, my King, who put it behind me so I could not escape from him. His other hand was not on my neck anymore but grabbed my hair and he leaned again against my shoulder to whisper in my ear.

"Scream my name!"

"N...Never.. I.. won't.. lose!" -I managed to whisper back, but he increased the strength of his thrust, literally brain fucking me now. He was going hard and deep, feeding my tight channel more of his mighty cock so I could surrender more easily, but I resisted. I did, even if he was pulling on my hair and knew I hardly could resist. He did, even if I was slightly restrained and couldn't escape. Oh, the idea was interesting, oh it was arousing... I should have screamed. I was on the verge of doing it but Elders were known to be proud creatures and I made a bet. I had to win!

"You!" -He thrust harder and stayed deeper inside of me.- "WILL.!" -Another thrust, and I almost screamed, my mouth was left open but I held back the sound. "SCREAM!" And he pushed again, this time Katarina looked at me and I lost the remnants of control I Had left. Since Marcos pushed again inside, I was left screaming his name. He was satisfied, the large grin on his lips informed me that I did surrender and lost my bet. But he wasn't done and I wasn't either. Katarina stood up and walked towards us.

"Morning loves. I see you two are having a lot of fun."

"Kat... aaah. I tried to win... but he.. but he.." Marcos was still casually fucking me. Did you think he'd stop? He released my hair and my arm so he could grab my waist and when Katarina came, he simply pulled her closer to french kiss her. I was barely keeping my balance with my hands on the wall

"He did a great job. And you've been a very naughty girl. I spotted you watching me... " She said as she yanked my head back. I grunted and nipped at my bottom lip.

"I wanted to say...hi.. ooohhhh..."

"You could have but you didn't. How about I join Marcos? Would you want it?" She asked, rubbing my lips with her forefinger before she slid it into my warm mouth. I nodded. of course I'd love her to join. Of course, our game would be better if she was there. Marcos would not complain. He never did actually and not just because it was Kat. I was his little princess, his baby girl while Katarina was his wife, my mistress... my friend. We knew where to stand in this relationship. I loved them both, they both loved me and they loved each other even more. What more could I have asked? What more tell me?!

Oh, of course, I could tell the rest of the story, but there are things that better not be known.

the present

//So guys, the idea just popped into my brain while I was actually thinking of my soon to come birthday XD and since my brain needed a break between my internship and the dissertation, I came up with this, Katarina and Marcos belong to friends!!!! Asma Jensen belongs to me!//


She couldn't help but stroke the leather fabric that was around her neck. A handcrafted collar, specially designed for her. It itched since she wasn't used to wearing any but it felt good. She felt good. The necklace had been an anticipated birthday present from Marcos and Katarina and although to some it would have been disgusting or degrading to Asma it was a proof of love. She decided to walk back home and had wrapped her sash around her neck in such a fashion way that it didn't bother anyone but only she knew what was hidden beneath the fabric. She even took public transportation and was daydreaming about people coming to the realization that she was the luckiest woman alive. They loved her. They /loved/ her. She could remember the moment Marcos gave her the present, she was combing Katarina's hair with just a small blue nightgown on her body and her pink hair was tied on a strict and tight bun. Marcos walked into the room and gently grabbed the ebony's waist he pulled towards his strong body.

"We have a present for you Asma. Have a seat." -His scent was overwhelming and she tilted her head to the side so he could rub his nose against the soft and delicate brown skin.-

"Has it arrived yet?" -Asked an excited Katarina who simply stood up. She was wearing a gorgeous red and black corset with black leather pants. and leather knee-length boots. She wrapped her arms around Marcos's waist and chest and planted a kiss on the curve of his bicep.-

"It has. I have taken a look at it and it's gorgeous. Just like we've designed it Vixxsin." He answered with a grin as he gently pushed Asma so she could sit on the now empty chair.-

How excited Asma was. She didn't get many presents and didn't have many opportunities to celebrate these past months. A large smile never really left her face as she sat on the chair and crossed her legs. A present, what could it be? It looked like jewelry, maybe a necklace? Her mind was already wandering, going from thought after thought as she wanted to guess what they had someone make for her.

"YOu will love it, we hope so. You will look so gorgeous in it Asma. It would be the piece of clothing you will be the most beautiful in." -Katarina said, excited by the upcoming event.-

"Why did you do this? You didn't have to.. I mean.. I don't know how to feel." -Asma said, feeling her blood rush and concentrate on her cheeks. Her hand fanned herself as Katarina gently stroked her lover's brown soft cheek. She then looked at Marcos who was staring at Asma's reflection on the mirror in front of her.-

"It's soon your birthday and we wanted to make it special. Katarina is right. You will be beautiful once you wear it, for it will make sure your natural beauty attracts the eyes."

"Am I beautiful?" Asma asked, tilting her head to the side so her cheek could rub against Katarina's pale arm.

"More than you ca neven begin to imagine." -Replied the brunette who gently kissed the top of her head.- "Close your eyes darling."

Marcos opened the box and revealed the masterpiece they had made especially for Asma. The letter A had been forged out of the finest platinum and silver arabesques had been added around it. The rest of the collar was made of the finest leather. Callidora and Aeron emblems had been embedded on the leather to always remind Asma who she belonged to and where she belonged to. To remind her that she was "owned"...to remind her that she actually could finally be herself whenever they were around. Oh, she did feel free and real when she was with them. No more mutants, no more humans, no more than three souls. How could you mix the daughter of Death, death itself and the goddess of Hope, daughter of the elder of life Gaea? Life and death together were actually the essence of life. Oh, how poetic. They were making "life" instead of making love. Nice thought.

Katarina took the item and Marcos had the box vanish. He then simply let his wife put the item around the pink haired lady's neck while he let one hand randomly stroke the perfect back and butt of his beloved. His nose whispered to her ear in a sultry way, and gently pushed his body against her to make it clear that he had great plans for the rest of the day for them.

"She sure does look gorgeous with it on."

"Mmmhh..... and sexy.. maybe with fewer clothes she would look perfect." -She said as she was done with the item and was now loosely stroking the young elder's shoulders. It made Asma shiver but she kept her eyes closed. She could hear them talk and the whispered started to arouse her.

"You should lose some clothes too if we want to make it even more perfect." -Added Marcos, now nibbling at the top of her ear. Katarina pushed him away with her cute little butt but he grabbed her waist with his other hand.

"I'm serious...we have to be fair here..." -Katarina let her hands push the thin straps of Asma's nightgown. The silky fabric slipped off and revealed creamy brown skin.

"Could I show it to the x-men?" -Asked Asma, still sat on the chair and eyes closed. Marcos gently ran his fingers through Asma's silky pink hair and he removed the ribbons that held her hair together. Lovely locks cascaded onto her back and he grabbed her cheeks.

"Of course you can, you will show them where you truly belong. You will embrace who you really are. A lovely naughty woman who does naughty things with the x-men enemies. Actually, this could be fun."

"You love to twist the reality. You don't even care about the x-men, you're not our enemies....yet. So I won't tell that, but I agree on the naughty girl. I'm all yours."-She then wrinkled her nose and asked. "Can I open my eyes now?"

"Yes of course.. go ahead." -Katarina said, this time pulling Asma's hair to the side as she kissed the soft chocolate neck. Marcos removed his hand and moved aside so he was on Asma's right side while Katarina was on her left side with her hands on Asma's taut belly. Asma did as she was told and blushed hard as she noticed the beautiful present.-

She stared at her reflection for quite a while. It was...beautiful. No! wait, beautiful wasn't the right word. It was gorgeous! She blinked several times and then looked up to Marcos and then glanced to her side to Katarina.

"It's... It's wonderful...T...Thank you." -She couldn't help but touch it. Her eyes were two gleaming orbs and she was left speechless. Marcos grinned at her and gently yanked her head back so he could have a better view of her face. Katarina hands moved up and cupped her breasts.

"I think... we can totally use the next hour to have some fun. I know a way you can express your gratitude." -Said, Marcos, as he started to remove his vest and unbutton a bit his shirt. He sat on the bed, elbows on his lap as he stared at the two beautiful creatures in front of him. Asma smiled and put her hands over Katarina's hands.

"I think we totally can have some." -replied the pink haired lady before she closed her eyes.-


Her flashback ended there and she realized that she was rubbing her thighs together. Oh, she was aroused, again. Her legs were barely supporting her tired body and if she didn't have such a strong healing factor, she wouldn't have been walking at all. She could feel the dampness between her legs and the excitation that the next time would be even better than this one. Her teeth bit her bottom lip and she panted slightly. Oh, she couldn't wait for the moment she would come back at the x-mansion and let her family discover the new "collar". Oh, It would even be better with Logan and Hank and Kurt because they could smell her arousal and the mixes of scents that were lingering on her skin. they wouldn't judge but it would drive them crazy not to know what's going on, and to smell powerful beings...She gasped and covered her mouth with the warm palm of her hand, a smile crept on her lips and she muffled a moan. Oh, it would be fun... it would be fun...Oh yes, it would.

I'm yours -Rafaello Barroti

A/N: NSFW, anyway, It had been ages since I could write some slight NSFW...I have another one in mind :3 so who knows? Rafaello Barroti is the only man (one of her targets) after her "dead ex Phaser", who actually made her lose control of the situation and herself.Her mission didn't include his death but she had to kill him in order to regain some self-control. I'm not depicting a killing scene here huhuhu :p

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"You are mine!" -He whispered in her ear as he was bucking his hips hard against her plump black ass-

/He/ drove her crazy. She never willingly tried to get the attention of her targets and never felt any kind of sexual attraction towards them. She only felt it once and it was with another assassin who worked for the Shadow League like her. but /he/ was different.  That man was able to see through the smoke she blew around her, like a shelter. He accidentally observed her when she was putting her special lenses on and later confronted her about it. /He/ forced her to remove the lenses whenever they were alone so he would talk to her real self. How vulnerable she felt since then. Only those who were about to die saw her bee-like gaze for they were scary. They were cold and odd. golden irises on black eye sockets. A combo you usually never see. It was the signature of the assassin she was, of Goliath but /He/ didn't know about her. He wasn't supposed to know about her.

Rafaello Barroti was his name. She needed to seduce him in order to find her real target's location. The target was the son of an Italian mafia Lord who hired Goliath to find his little boy alive and bring him back. He suspected Barroti (who was a mafia lord too) to have kidnapped his son and sent Goliath to him. She pretended to be an escort and managed to be sent to Barroti someday he visited a palace in Vegas. At that time, she was wearing special lenses and had dyed her hair black. Little did she know that she could fall for a man like him. Never would she thought he would know how to handle her and make her lose control.

"Ahh... ahh... I'm yours...I'm yours..." -She moaned, holding the bed sheets with her hands and almost tearing them apart-

"Say it louder! say it properly!" -He groaned, this time bucking harder against her and pushing his whole length inside of her moist and warm folds. It made her scream but he simply smirked. The hands that were put on her waist were now stroking her back and sides slowly, almost lovingly.-

Rafaello was handsome, almost unearthly. He had beautiful grey eyes, a slightly olive skin, and gorgeous shiny black hair.  He was Italian, just like Don Carruci who hired Asma but from a different place, probably South of Italia. His voice was deep and suave and although he spoke as little as possible, it was enough to send shivers down her spine. It hadn't been like this at the beginning though. She resisted for quite a while until she finally gave into him. In spite of being a criminal, he had strong morals and although she didn't know yet where the little boy was, she knew he was taken care of really well. He was a formidable marksman too and a clever one. That was different from the usual boring people she had to seduce. Besides he was always on guard, always suspicious even with her which made it more interesting for both of them.  she was lying to him though, making it impossible for the mafia Lord to know that she was an assassin. She made sure to look and appear vulnerable enough to have him take care of her. Yet, she made it clear that was more than just a "bimbo", more than just an "exotic fruit" or a "trophy". She made him realize that she was very smart and a couple of bits of advice mind-absently given to him after their love-making sessions, kind of impressed the man.

"You still haven't said the words.." -He said with a slight smirk on his lips, his right hand went further up, reaching the back of her neck and allowing him to grab a fist of black hair and to yank her head back. A grunt escaped from her lips and he grabbed her throat with his other hand. Quite brutally, he pulled her back, onto his large slightly hairy chest and whispered in her ear. "I'm still buried deep inside of you, knowing you are near your release and I can leave. I have enough sluts to fuck if I snap my fingers."

"N...No!..D...Don't do this!" -Her voice was interspersed with her heavy breath. Her skin was covered with a thin layer of sweat, her dyed hair was stuck to her back and face and chest. He had been bitten by her, his shoulder was still red and her teeth marks were still easy to spot on. He'd been scratched too. She had been spanked hard, and although her black skin was quite dark, the red marks of his large palms were still visible on it. her waist was bruised for he held it really hard while he was "mounting" her and her makeup was ruined, because of the sweat and the feverish kisses they shared.-


"Say them, Eli." -That stood for Elisabeth. It was the alias she gave him when they met, Elisabeth Dickens. He questioned her because of her strong African accent and she casually answered that she had been adopted by Americans. He did some researches about her and since she was clever and made up a new identity, she made sure to create a fake on the internet, fake files about everything.- "Say them or I leave!." -He threatened as he started to remove himself from her. panicked, she shook her head.-

"Ahh... Ahh. Wait! wait! I will say them...but.. but stay." -She was sincere. It surprised her. It made him smirk smugly-

"I'm waiting." -And she released her hair and throat, only to make sure he held all of it in his fist for the upcoming ravaging he planned for her. It gave her the time to think a bit and take her breath back.-

"I'm..I'm yours... I'm yours, Maestro."

Maestro. master..It was all the same. She wasn't really meaning these words but accepted to utter them to this man, and this man only. He was driving her crazy, ever since he walked into a room she was in. Because of Rafaello, she was wearing some very feminine makeup and was always wearing gorgeous dresses, expensive high heels shoes and his favorite perfume. Because of him, they were playing a weird game where she was losing more and more control to him. A game she usually would never play. Nobody could control her or make her beg, or make her want and desire. He was clever. The words were just a code, a code for him to know she gave into him and trusted him. He didn't care about being a master but he needed her to cut loose so she could experience a new level of pleasure.


"Si... Si Eli. You see, it wasn't that difficult." -He groaned, gently stroking her cheek with his large hand. She tilted her head so she could catch his fingers with her plump lips. Pulling some of his digits into her warm mouth, she started to suckle on them while he resume bucking his hips against her rear. The digits muffled her moans while his other hand was still holding her neck.-

It didn't take long before she actually reached her climax quickly followed with his. As he spent himself in a low growl, Rafaello bent forward, wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed his ebony goddess cheek. They couldn't speak, not when she was still riding the aftermath of an orgasm he offered her, not when she actually needed action more than words. The assassin couldn't listen to anything, her mind was blank, completely white from the mind-blowing experience he let her feel but her body was oversensitive. He disengaged himself from her, but planted several kisses down her neck, while his hands were petting her hair. Rafaello was always soft after. He mastered the aftercare with perfection, providing the young woman a sensation of security and well being. As she was almost coming back to her senses, he pulled her with him as he laid on his back and on the bed. Her eyes were wide open, her breathing was still harsh and she was staring at him with an intense gloomy gaze. He smiled and kissed the top of her head while his powerful arms were wrapped around her body, possessively....

Indeed, he drove her crazy....

She was the daughter of Death

A/N: ah, poetry in English, something I just basically don't master/understand at all XD but I gave it a weak shot :o

She was the daughter of Death, well, that was what she believed to be.
Born while she should have died, she witnessed the slaughter of her family
Taken to strangers, she was raised to become a killer
Over and over and over again, she pulled the trigger

killing sprees after killing sprees, torture after torture she became stronger
Emotionless face, she was no more than a puppet to her masters
Oya was dead, Oya is dead...no Oya is alive but buried deep inside
That sweet little girl she should have become if life had been otherwise

She stole her independence, destroyed the Shadow League and was set free
but free from her past and free in her mind she couldn't be
An assassin she was, an assassin she would always be
taking lives from criminals, going again on killing sprees

She was the Daughter of Death but didn't choose to become one
Now that she is free, her murder urges can't be gone
An assassin she was, an assassin she would be
living a fake life so at night the monster can be freed.

She is the daughter of Death...and will always be.

Petite mort.

It was time for him to die. Asma eavesdropped the information she was looking for. Rafaello was hiding the kid in a villa that was located 5 km south of his principal residence. She knew the kid he kidnapped was treated well and had not been abused and she could have just been gone since her contract didn't include the death of the mafia Lord. Yet she would kill him. She had been thinking of it for quite a while now. They'd just spent 5 months together but he was the first one -after Phaser- to have gone past her defenses and broke them one by one. She was falling in love with him and it was something she couldn't allow herself to do. Falling in love wasn't on the menu, she couldn't lose herself because when she did people died and Asma didn't want the same thing to happen again. Besides.. It was dangerous for an assassin to have relatives and even worse to be in love with someone. She had to eliminate the problem...and ASAP.

He took her to his private beach, for their last vacation at the sea. It was the eve of their leaving and as usual, they swam in the sea, drank cocktails, laughed and kissed...He had bodyguards everywhere, especially behind the door of their room so she had to be efficient. She thought of the best way to bid him farewell. A way that would be the less painful for him. -how sweet that was.- usually, she would have done otherwise, looked for the most painful way to kill her victim but Rafaello was an exception and needed to be treated with a lot of care. She hid a dagger below the mattress of their bed and decided to slice his throat. He was physically stronger than her and if she tried to kill him otherwise he could make some noise, get his bodyguards come to his room and it would be complicated for her to escape alive since she had no weapons on her. As usual, the tall Italian called for her. He was sitting on the bed and patted the mattress. As usual, she would come to him, sit on his lap and kiss him. Tongues would meet in a passionate dance, licking and tasting the delicious warmth of their mouths as his hands would rip her bathing suit off of her body, sink his fingers into her plump cocoa flesh and make her sit on his aching bulge. As usual, she would moan, truly enjoying the contact of his warm and salty skin against her, she would be smitten under his touch, almost give into him but..but...it had to be different. While they were bruising each other's lips with searing kisses, she pushed him onto the bed, their faces close to the head of the mattress (and the dagger) and she whispered to him.

"I would like to ride you....For a change." -He smirked at her and smacked the soft flesh of her large rear. She nipped at her bottom lip and hissed slightly" Come on..We never do it and I feel like a lioness. I really can eat you up." -She said, rubbing her nose against his and hiding her face at the crook of his neck. It naturally came to her... how come?..-

"Mmmhhhh.. Ride me? I thought it was about you losing control." -He said, kissing the top of her head while his hands ran from her ass to her back. He was gently stroking her soft and warm skin and she shivered in delight.

"Nah...we need to change. I'll handcuff you too, to spice things up. I promise you won't regret it. " -She smiled at him and kissed his lips again while her hands were lost into his thick, black curly hair. Her breathing was harder than usual because the rest of her plan depended on his answer. He had to be handcuffed. It would be easier if he didn't resist. much.. He purred in her ear and moved his waist, slightly bucking them upwards so she could grind against his thick bulge.

"Ah... I guess I can allow you to handcuff me then. But it's the first and last time you do such a thing and you better blow my mind, honey." -He told her with a wide grin.-

"Actually I have bought police cuffs...and I have the key don't worry. I just thought it would be a bit kinky." -She said as she stood up and grabbed her bag. Once she found the cuffs, she handcuffed him to the bed and jumped on him again. He chuckled, completely unaware of what was going to happen.

"Ahaha.. Elisabeth. What's wrong? why are you looking at me like that?" -She didn't realize that he noticed how sad she was. It worried him and snapped her out o her reverie.-

"I'm...I'm fine. I'm sorry, I was just thinking about the holidays we had. It was the best thing that happened to me. Best thing ever. But my agency wants me back and I..I need to work for another client, resume my life as an escort." -He furrowed his brows and shook his head.-

"Nah. When we're back, you stay with me. I'm going to pay your boss so he ends up your contract with him. I want you near me, Eli. I want you with me because you make me happy. Life is really fucking surprising, but I think I'm kind of hooked up with you." -She was left speechless for a while but finally found the strength to complete her task.-

"Don't be silly and it's not the right moment for this. Let me make love to you." -She said, sliding both hands on his side and taking his bathing shorts with her fingers. She pulled them down, freeing his aching cock -how could he be so hard after having almost said he was in love with her?- from the fabric, it was trapped into. "I prefer this.."

The African Assassin said with a fake smile on her lips. Her body was trembling and her mind was screaming. She could not do this, she could not kill him because he was the very first who genuinely loved her. (well, a fake, an alias but still her) and she could give him a chance....if only. If only she wasn't Goliath.  Goliath nipped at her bottom lip as she decided to join their bodies together. She rubbed the tip of his length against her slick folds to moisten it and after a while slid inside of her. He growled and jerked his hips upwards her, filling her up straight away but she pushed his chest down, pinning him hard against the mattress to let him know she was in control. Her hips started to move, up and down, picking up a nice pace not too fast, not too hard for a starter.  She kept her eyes wide open, to watch as her lover was enjoying each of her moves.

"F..Fuck! Eli!!!!" -Was all he could growl to her. Asma was too focused to actually fully enjoy what was happening between them. She had put back onto her face the cold mask of Goliath and was waiting for the right moment to kill him. Her hips were bucking hard against his waist, almost bruising him and he couldn't help but groan his pleasure out loud.- "Fuck Eli! Do it! DO IT!"

She did moan, how could she not? He was hitting the right spots, rubbing against her tight core and stretching her so much that she couldn't hold her cries back. It felt tremendously good and finally, she was taking back the control. She then covered his mouth with her warm palm as her moves were now slower but hard and with a little help of her neither muscles, she knew he was close. Close to his release.  He had no clue about what was coming next, he didn't even see her grab the knife from under the mattress and didn't see the face she made. Her head was laid at the crook of his neck, eyes were filled with unshed tears and she tried to give herself some motivation. Come on, DO IT! Kill him!!

There was no time to be sorry nor to think some more. He was a threat, a danger to her and she needed to get rid of him. Straightening her upper body, She completely sat on his lap, making sure he was buried deep inside of her and rocked her hips in an 8 pattern. His breathing was hard, his heart was pounding so fast against his ribcage. She would see veins jutting out on his arms, neck, chest, and hands, especially the chin strap and knew he would soon release himself. Just a little bit more, hang in there, it would soon....

"Eliii" -She muffled his moans with her hand and sliced his throat in one swift motion. Blood splattered on her face and chest and her fake hazel eyes were staring at his dying grey ones. He was dying, just like that, just while he was hitting the best orgasm he ever had. He gave her a questioning look, being overwhelmed with so much pleasure that he couldn't feel pain, he didn't really feel pain, just a stingy feeling maybe. Who was she to know what he was feeling? All she knew was that it would be really less intense if he died while having sex. He struggled though, tried to free his arms and choke the traitor to death but he couldn't, she used cops cuffs after all. Swallowing hard, Goliath stabbed him again in the throat, killing him for good since he stopped moving and quickly stood up. His body was still warm but she was back to her old self.. almost. Blood-soaked hands ran into her dyed black hair and she knelt on the floor. Asma wanted to scream but couldn't, she wanted to cry but couldn't..so instead, she scratched her arms until she bled, making her skin remember how bad she felt now that she'd killed a man who could have been the love of her life...who could have given her a fresh start.. who could have understood?  She scratched and injured herself until she was ready to resume her mission. The second part of it was to find the kid and bring him back to his father. A quick shower after, her assassin's costume on and Goliath was back in the game.

after the mission

/Story is mine. I am just trying my hand to a new profile (she's an assassin in that one)


"Mission completed Sir. I have the weapons." -Her strong African accent reached the ears of the FBI agent she was in contact with. He smirked behind the microphone-

"Good. Next step is to meet me in a few. I will take the weapons."

"You've promised me the second half of my payment if I found the weapons. Now that I have them, pay me." -She said, looking at her white blood-stained costume.-

The FBI always worked that way. They paid half the money at the beginning and half once the mission was completed but she didn't trust them this time. Such Lethal weapons were meant to be a secret within the FBI. The people who stole them were now dead and she, the outsider, the assassin was the only one left to know about them. They could change their mind and decide to kill her. She cleaned her commando knife on the shirt of one of her victim and quietly walked towards the bathroom of the facility she sneaked into. Bodies were laying on the floor, some of them had been shot, others had their throat sliced or their bellies wide open. Usually, Goliath made it quick. She was fast, especially when they were many. The style wasn't an option but so was fun. Nevertheless, she always made sure that she took more time to kill the last person alive. It could even turn into torture if that person qualified as a "bad guy" in her book. It was....cathartic.

"I will pay you once I have seen the weapons. Meet me outside the facility.'"

"Whatever suits you best. I just want to be paid. Agent k.."  -K?..Did he really believe he was in  Men In Black?-

"Roger that. I'm out." -She shrugged and finally arrived at the bathroom. She opened the door and ran some water in order to clean her face-

Blood was so sticky and although she enjoyed being bathed in it after a good killing spree, she quickly felt the need to shower because it smelled -pretty badly- and it was always mixed with human secretions and pieces of brain or guts.  Blood....Since the day she was born she had been in contact with the crimson liquid. Asma couldn't tell a day she hadn't been forced to kill or witness a crime. It could have made her uncomfortable or indifferent but throughout the time, she developed a weird fascination with it. After such a butchery, she would often walk among the corpses and watch the pools of blood at her feet, the gross bodies on the floor, disfigured because of her, weak and limp on the ground. They were dead, she was alive.Well done Princess now get your reward! A sweeter night and another day to go through. It was simple like that and someday, there would be someone, male or female, who would be stronger than her and kill her too.

She looked at her own reflection in the mirror. A demon, she was a real demon. Her odd eyes were empty, threatening. Gold irises on black eyesockets, her eyes were just like the full moon at midnight. Her hair was odd but the pink color softened her features. But she was stern and cold.  The tip of her fingers smeared the blood she had on her cheek up and a smirk crept on her lips. She mind-absently licked her blood-soaked fingers before she furrowed her brows. If Agent K tried to betray her and kill her, she would probably have to kill him. But killing an FBI agent would mean having the CIA after her. She couldn't allow this to happen. Instead, she could use him to serve her purpose. She washed her face, her hands, and arms and took the bag full of weapons in her hand before she exited the facility.

"My my. I didn't know you would be that gorgeous." -Agent K said. He was a tall black man with some short black curls on top of his head and a smooth mustache that suited him pretty well. She tilted her head to the side and put her hand on her waist.-

"My money Agent K."

"Okay.I was expecting you to be that cold but you could at least make it pleasant wouldn't you?" -He said, walking towards her with a suitcase full of money. He arrived with a car and she already knew that he wasn't alone. He wouldn't be so confident if he was /alone/ Her gaze scanned the area and she spotted someone in the same car of Agent K. There also where a couple of men who were right behind her and aiming guns at her.

"Oooooh. I'm disappointed in you agent K. I thought you would come alone. Are you afraid?"

"I'm not. I give you the money and you give me the weapons. careful with your hands." -She curbed an eyebrow and lift her hands in the air.-

"There you are. I just  have one request." He looked at her and lifted an eyebrow. She added. "Find anything you can about Dennis Mayne. I want to find him."

"Why would you want to know where he is?" -He asked, taking the bag and giving her his. She shrugged and whispered in his ear.

"It's none of your business. I can fin him and I will find him but See how bad you want to help me made me want to ask for your help. Sweet dreams handsome. "

She said, walking towards her motorbike. He watched as she left without a word until he was out of sight. Then he removed his sunglasses and scratched his temple with the branch of his sunglasses. She was still an enigma to him and he was now curious about that man. Who was he? Why was she looking after him?

cambridge

This is a little garden near my accomodation,

I suddenly feel nostalgic as I am leaving soon the uk. I really do feel nostalgic :c I loved it there but I have to go back home.

talk to you later!

Unwrapping the present (mature content)

A/N: it was a present for a friend of mine, Katarina. I don't have the time to correct the mistakes so bear with me, please! Katarina is an original character and belongs to my friend Candy, Asma belongs to me and Marvel owns the x-men.

A/N: Baaaabe, you know how much I love you =3 Wanted desperately to write something le...ss dark/sad/ whatsoever (traduction: sexy) and you just gave me an epiphany ♥ couldn’t write much at the library (people are nosey lol) but just enough to set up in the mood :D I censored it though lol in the way I wrote it, but it is still quite graphic (nothing shocking otherwise I would have not written it) I just hope I am not slaughtering Katarina, I love her too much ♥ enjoy

xxx

“Kat…Are you there? I heard a noise.”

She heard a noise from the door and felt the familiar psychic print. The brunette had to be in the room, or was her powers driven wild because she’d spent so much time on her own? Asma was blindfolded and sitting on a chair. Her beautiful curly hair was tied in a strict high bun. The blindfold was soft, white silk and very comfortable but tightly tied. Her wrists were also tied, with a silky red necktie and put behind her back so she couldn’t freely move. Her legs were tied to the chair, also with silky red neckties and were slightly spread.

It all started as a joke, as most of the things Asma did when she was out of her mind. She was teasing Katarina when she said she would be her Christmas Present. She wasn’t serious when she wrapped herself with the vibrant pink ribbons, her friend gave her. They were covering the naughty bits. One large one was exerting some pressure on her ample bosom, holding it together, covering the brown nipples from being exposed. Another one, thinner this time was wrapped around her waist and to cover her womanhood, she simply was wearing a white G-string. How could she wear so little and expect to get away with that?

“It is very hard to escape from your radar isn’t it?”

Katarina finally said. She walked further into the dark room. Asma shouldn’t have come wearing so little on her. The beautiful brunette had warned her –a little bit of a chuckle- that her friend would get in trouble if she did so, she had a reputation to behold and an urge to satisfy. Locking her for two days in a dark room was enough to increase the elder’s keen senses. It was enough to drive her mind and under control. Oh, she was fierce, she would fight for control but really, if she wanted to escape, she would have done it for quite a while now. If she stayed, it was because she wanted it and Katarina was happy with that.

Their relationship was quite difficult to describe, it was friendship –that was for sure-. It probably was friends with benefits. None of them hid how they felt for the other. Katarina was gorgeous to Asma. She had a delicate and pale white skin that aroused the wildest desires from the goddess. It contrasted so perfectly with her cocoa skin that every single moment she was touching her deadly sin, Asma couldn’t help but wish to leave a trail of kisses on it. She wanted to pinch her and see the skin turn red; she wanted to nibble on it, leaving short-lived marks on it. Asma also loved her face. She was used to be surrounded by beautiful creatures, but none of them had Katarina’s beauty.

Katarina had this strict and classy beauty, the kind of class that couldn’t vanish, not even if she was behaving slutty or dressed trashy. Her face was perfect, and if Asma could have done it, she would have smothered it in kisses. She had high cheekbones, plump scarlet lips, piercing and deep hazel eyes. And that hair…chocolate hair, Asma could lose her fingers in. Yet, she was prevented from seeing her gorgeous friend so she only could rely on her other senses. The death princess smelled delicious. It was tantalizing, a mix of pepper and mint and it was overwhelming, hypnotizing Asma who found herself unable to resist. She relaxed and leaned her head back. Her body was amazing. It was soft and creamy white. It was curvy and smooth. Asma could have spent days and nights exploring the body of her lover, weighing her breasts with her warm palms, kissing and sucking on her pink nipples. They would be hers, not that Katarina would complain though. She could have spent her time below, looking for the hidden spots, the ones only she was allowed to find and tease as she pleased. Her tongue would taste her, relentlessly. Her fingers would claim that soft welcoming core, over and over again, her telekinesis power could also allow a few other fantasies to come true. It was only a matter of opportunity. Tonight was one of them.

“I am not a goddess for nothing Kat. Now, what is that surprise you said you would give me?”

“Impatient are we? I can’t tell you what it is about, just something you will love.”

“How much am I going to love it?”
–Asma asked, her breath became sharp as she couldn’t read any of her friend’s thoughts. The blindfolds and ties were magical; it prevented her from using her abilities to their fullest. All she could do was feeling a strong arousal coming from Katarina and the desire to give her as much pleasure as possible.

Katarina thought that Asma was wonderful. The moment she saw that cocoa complexion, the moment she fell in love with it. It was smooth, tasted like chocolate, melted on her tongue and was easy to mark although it didn’t last long due to Asma’s healing factor. Katarina was mesmerized by the oddities of the x-man. Her hair was like cotton candy, soft, fluffy and so pink. Her Yes were beautiful, like little bees. Her scent was original. Daughter of Gaea, she had to smell like nature, so it wasn’t surprising that she smelled like fresh grass and wet ground. She smelled like nature in the morning and for the brunette, that smelled pleasantly wonderful. Her body was a wonder and she was going to reveal it to her greedy eyes.

A brief flash of light crossed her hazel orbs and she bared her fangs, softly she pressed them against the pink haired lady’s neck, not piercing through it but eliciting a groan from her lover and having her jump.

“It is not fair….humpf…” –She started to complain but Katarina slid her fingers through her pink mane and pulled her head up before she forcefully tilted it to the side, exposing more neck to her eyes and even the jutting chin strap that was begging to be bitten.

“I never said I was fair..You started this, time for retribution darling.”

She said in her smile. Asma gasped and moved her fingers, curled her toes. She was so sensitive that the mere touch was making her jump and the cold breath of Katarina on her warm neck was sending shivers down her spine.


“Where do I begin Asma? What do you want to expose first? I could start with your breasts...I wonder how you could wrap the ribbon around and holding this together...but I digress…I could unwrap your waist…What to do? What to do? I wonder”

“Do not start this on me, Kat…Just..Do your thing!” –Asma never begged, her pride was too strong for that but she could NOT just bear this teasing. It had to stop, she rubbed her legs together and swallowed hard, still unable to freely move as she pleased.-

“What did you just say? Did you beg me to end your suffering?”

“NO! of course not, I never beg, I never.. Aaahhh..” 

–That was unexpected, but Katarina actually ran her fingers down the chin strap to her right breast. She was humming softly and found the soft nipple of the ebony goddess. It didn’t take long before she started to rub the tip of that finger on the little bud of nerves, causing Asma to moan and jerk her body up. Her other hand was still holding her lover’s hair and she grinned evilly.-

“So what?” 

The x-man was contorting herself and tried to close her mouth, just in order not to give full satisfaction to her beautiful lover but Katarina knew better. She knew Asma and took a liking to their games. It was all about getting the upper hand, having power over the other and about getting as much pleasure as you were given. It was an incredible source of pleasure for the vampire to hear her scream in delight, to have her body contort and witness Asma failing at holding back. It was even better when completely exhausted and devoted to her, Asma let her feed on her to climax. If she wasn’t an elder, she would have had several bite marks on her skin but since she was one, her skin healed quickly and was left unmarred.

“Huf…..huf…I don’t...I don’t mmmhhhhh by Gaea Kat..”

The finger was now twitching the ribbon covered nipple, slowly while she planted many kisses on Asma’s neck, nibbling on the chin strap and biting on it playfully. She whispered between her kisses.

“Crying for help won’t help you escape from this….slippery slope. Do you want to know what comes next?”

Asma cheeks flashed red and she bit her bottom lip. Actually, she was enjoying the game. It allowed Katarina to use her abilities, try her powers in pleasant games. It was another way to stare in wonder at how powerful and clever her friend was and for once, she didn’t have to be a “hero”. Using her powers was banished from their games, feeling vulnerable was one of her biggest turns on. Losing control, also. It wasn’t an easy thing for Asma to do but once or twice a month, Katarina would help her release the tension. She would do it gladly of course, so thoughtfully.

Giving details about what was coming soon set Asma on fire. She struggled against her chair rubbed her legs harder against each other and licked her lips. Of course, she wanted to know what was coming next. She already knew she would love it but as it was a game between them, Asma would not admit it out loud. Katarina slid her hand down, ignoring the growing urge of her lover to have her nipples being teased some more and forced opened her legs with both of her hands. She was leaning against the supple body of her friend, chocolate hair cascading on her back. Asma gasped and lifted her head up to the ceiling she couldn’t stare at.

“You will love it, angel…I think I would play some more with that sensitive skin of yours and unwrap the ribbon on your waist first.”

She said, closing her right hand on the g-string clad womanhood of her friend before sliding her other hand up to the ribbon she started to pull at. Asma purred and closed her legs around the thin hand of her lover. A brief flash of bright light crossed her gaze and Katarina knew the golden irises were flashing brightly. Good to know, Asma was already into their game…