Page 5 of Redemption

It doesn’t take long in the taxi before we get to my place. I live in a small apartment in the city. My real home is a partial mansion on the outskirts of New Orleans. It’s where the money from my employment goes. I’m a member of the Cavalieri Della Morte, a deadly organization whose mission is to bring justice to the world. I’m a skilled fighter and assassin who is rewarded handsomely for the work I undertake. My life consists of handling fast cars, sexy women, and an array of deadly weapons. I can kill a man instantaneously with my bare hands or, if called upon, I can torture him for hours to obtain all his secrets. I’ve pledged my life to the organization I’m a part of, and I have no regrets. My mother, on the other hand, wasn’t overly impressed with my uncle for getting me involved. She focused all her attentions on my brother, Mordred, after I joined. Sadly, he repaid her by disappearing off to England as soon as he was old enough, and we’ve not heard from him since.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Lunete mumbles while rubbing up against my dick as we walk into my apartment. My jeans feel really tight, and I need her naked with her legs spread wide open, right now.

“Don’t worry, when we’ve finished with you, you’ll be feeling us for days.” Erec pulls her toward him and joins their lips together. It’s not uncommon for us to share partners. We don’t touch each other, not that I’ve got anything against that. In fact I experimented when I was younger but then realized I just love pussy and tits too much. I push myself against her back with my hard dick resting in between the crack of her ass.

“How many men have you had?” I ask while grinding my hips into her.

“Three,” she replies as we lead her toward the bedroom. Erec lowers the top of her dress, and I undo the clasps of her bra.

“Did they make you come while they fucked you?” I wrap my hands around her tits and massage the nipples to hard peaks.

“No, their efforts were nothing to write home about.”

“We’re so going to rock your world, baby.” Erec lowers her dress over her curvy hips, while in tandem, I bend down and remove her thong.

“You’ve been playing with the wrong men, Lunete.” Erec and I circle around our now naked prey. I pull my shirt over my head and allow her to catch her first sight of my toned body. To be an assassin, you need to be fit, and if I’m not killing or fucking, I’m working out.

“Your tattoo is amazing.” Lunete says as she strokes her hand down the spider web I have on my right arm, twisting over my elbow. I had it done fifteen years ago when I was eighteen. It still looks as fresh as the day it was done because I like to look after it. It was during my rebellious phase when I wanted to define my individuality. I want to be able to say there was a reason behind the spiderweb design, but there wasn’t…it just looked cool.

“Your body is fantastic,” I reply and lower my lips to her breasts. I take one pink nipple between them and suck. She tastes of cherry body wash. Sweet and decadent.

“Fuck!” Erec flicks his tongue out to lick her pussy.

“She taste good, man?” I ask.

“The best.”

Erec and I both divest ourselves of the rest of our clothes in a hurry, our cocks eager to escape their confines and find a wet and warm place to expel their release. I stroke mine a few times and step forward to the woman now lowering herself to her knees in front of me. She licks the tip of my dick and looks up at me with big brown eyes, asking for permission to go further. I wrap my hand in her hair and ease myself between her lips.

“Suck me hard, baby.”

I don’t get a chance to enjoy her ministrations for long when my work phone rings. This is a call I have to take. Erec may not know what I do for a living, but even he knows that if my phone rings, I have to answer it. Bending down he puts his hand into the back pocket of my jeans and pulls my phone out.

He looks at the caller ID while I continue to fuck Lunete’s mouth and says, “Arthur.”

“Give it here.” I hold my hand out and take the phone from him. “Gawain,” I announce as I answer the call. Lunete stops what she’s doing and begins to release my dick from her mouth, but with a quick tug from the hand I’ve wrapped around her hair, I get her moving again.

“I have a job for you,” Arthur responds.

“Ok.” My short reply sounds strained this time because my balls have tightened ready for my release.

“Is this an inconvenient time?” Arthur’s deep timber is laced with consternation.

“No, you know me. Busy as always.”

“I’m going to pretend I’m not talking to my nephew while he has his dick in some woman. Finish up. I need you to retrieve a girl. I’ll text you the details.” Arthur grunts and then hangs up.

“Won’t be a problem,” I say to no-one in particular and grab Lunete’s head, burying my dick deep in her throat. I sound my release with a moan, and she chokes every bit of my cum down. When I’ve finished, I allow air into her mouth again by pulling out. “I’m afraid I’ve got to take a raincheck on the threesome. I’ve got work to do. Erec will ensure you’re well fucked before you leave.” I bend down and press a kiss on Lunete’s lips, tasting the saltiness of my cum on them. “If he doesn’t, then look me up.”

Before either of them has a chance to say anything, my clothes are back on, and I’ve left the apartment. I head for my Harley Davidson Fat boy and jump on it while texting Kay, one of my colleagues, a picture of a pair of tits—it’s our code for needing help. When Arthur calls, you answer without question. Sex is one thing but the thrill of a new assignment ignites the fire in my blood. Saving those who need it is the best feeling in the world.

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