WHAT IF?Ark 5 Episode 9: Becoming a man -XXX- HIDDEN EPISODE

Participants
Dominique Corvo

Helena Degrina

Yanazuka Ginsukei

Just a Typical Night
DelieahHauler: -Helena Degrina, her age? What did you want it to be? As she pulled her boots on that night, her hands roaming all the way up that porcelain white skin, the zipper giving off that faithful Zerp sound, she was in her tight all to sturdy dress, could it be pulled off, of course, what was the point of wearing it? But what was she doing in this alleyway at this time of night? She was hooking, no polite way to say it, she was working the streets, seeing which man would take her home tonight. Her hair, well, it looked red tonight, the wig really did her justice, she needed to get lucky, rent was due and she was 500 off of paying it, a few blow jobs and a pounding she should have enough and more. Her hands slipped over her torso as she brushed the red out of her bright blue doe eyes, she stood at 6ft in her heels, and though she had curvy hips, she was rather toned. She was passing through from District 1 right on to District 2, it was were most of her clientele lived, but her lips would never utter their names nor addresses. Those manicured nails ran through the lock of hair as her ass swayed gently from side to side as she walked, not at a brisk pace, but a nice meandering one, slowly did it, she need not to rush, the men would be there all night.-

Pallas: -It had been a regular night for Dominique. Just a normal kind of day. Well I guess you really can’t call his days a normal kind of day. Throughout his short time in District one he has found a way to amuse himself with the area. There was enough crime on every corner for him to beat the living shit out of if he ever got bored. It was a normal night in District One, cars rolling, crackheads smoking, you know… the usual. Dominique was sitting along in his apartment. In a way even after all the physical and mental training he goes through as a Brotherhood Member, he still has that childlike innocence around him. There was nothing on the TV at the moment so his boredom grew into hunger. He opens up the fridge to see a welcomed dead fly but not much else.-“I should really go grocery shopping.”-Dom looks over at the briefcase full of money from his job a few nights ago. His deep black eyes stare at the briefcase knowing that the man who owned it, is dead. Something about taking life stuck with him. But not in a bad way like some people have, but twisted. He sees his kills as trophies and remembers them as such. So in a sad and weird way, that briefcase full of money is the trophy of killing both the District Attorney and Mr. Big. He shakes his head to get his mind of that and walks over towards the case. Opening it up, he quickly grabs a few hundred dollar bills and heads out the door. As he leaves the apartment building he begins to whistle a tune. He quickly gets outside while whistling the tune and walks towards the corner liquid store. This night he does not require the robes of The Brotherhood or his Bow. He comes out of his apartment building in nothing but a clean white tee shirt, a pair of black jeans, and some high grade mandals. But as always, he is wearing his Brotherhood Hidden Blades. For the most part, besides showering, those blades never leave his wrists. Of course, on those wrists are the custom A.I. system “AIM” or as he likes to call it, Amy. And on the right wrist brace is the Rope Dart that he uses for so many things. Within the next few minutes he enters the liquor store and waves hello to the Indian gentleman that is working behind the counter. He grabs a bag of some low-grade potato chips, a carton of milk, some Top Ramen packets, and a bottle of hot sauce. As he is doing this, a man in a ski mask comes running in with an out of date five shot pistol.-“OPEN the fucking register and gimmeyou’re your cash! Right now! Hurry the fuck up!”- Dominique continues his shopping like nothing is going on, still whistling that tune of his. The robber than looks at Dom and says-“You think this is a fucking joke?”-Do’s eyes then slowly turned bright green to signal the Eagle Mode being activated. He then says to the robber-“Nope. But I got a funny joke. What did the five fingers say to the face?”- He then thrusts his right hand from the right and going towards the left. As he does this, the rope dart shoots out and slaps the robber across the face. Dominique then says to him-“Slap! HAHAHAHA!”-The robber’s face began to bleed a bit from the bladed edge of the rope dart and he quickly fired all five shots at Dominique. Dom, while using his Eagle Mode, quickly calculated the trajectory of each bullet and watched as they slowly came towards him. His body then slips to the left and right to dodge these bullets as if they were nothing. The robbers eyes widened so much that they looked like they were going to pop out of his head.-“How the fuck!?”-Dominique then released the Rope Dart again, but this time the bladed edge rips into the man’s left thigh, knocking him to the ground. He then begins to scream out in pain as Dom slowly retracts the rope back, pulling and ripping the muscles of the man as his body is pulled towards Dom. Once he was close, the blade rips out of the leg and back onto Dom’s wrist. Dom then bent down to the robber, placing his fist on the man’s chest and asked-“Did ya like my joke?”-The robber than says in a stubborn voice-“Fuck you, bitch!”-Dom sighed and said-“Well, at least I took a STAB! At it.”-And when he spoke the word “stab” he thrusts that hidden blade of his into the heart of the robber, completely robbing him of life. A pool of blood began to fill the isle while Dom stood up to grab his desired food again. When he went to pay, the Indian man bagged the food and said-“It’s free. Thank you young man.”-Dominique smiled and thanked the man but left a hundred dollar bill on the counter anyways. With his food in hand, he began to walk back towards his apartment, which is on route to District 2.-

Sezomaru: Ginsukei sighed to himself as he walked down a sidewalk in District one near the border of District one and two. He had finally changed into his nice clothing which consisted of black dress pants, a white button up shirt, a black blazer and black dress shoes. He had decided that it was time to get out of his casual clothing and start looking like the Aniki of the Kagemaru Zaibatsu. He was smoking on one of his Heaven’s Touch cigarettes, having bought a pack a couple hours ago. He loved these things; they were the one of the best things that had ever been made, ever. This was all in his opinion of course. He inhaled slowly, taking a long drag from the cigarette before he took it in between his right index and middle fingers. He’d remove it from his mouth before he blew out a thick cloud of smoke from his mouth. He watched it as it drifted into the air then slowly faded away. He tossed the cigarette down onto the ground, having smoked it to the nub seeing as Heaven’s Touches didn’t have filters since there was nothing to filter. He slid both of his hands into his pants pockets as he crossed over into District Two. He loved District one, he really did but District two had so much more for him to do. The night air was crisp and chilly; the fall air was refreshing to him. He sighed some as he glanced up to the dark night sky. He remembered he still had a bandage on his face from his previous fight but he didn’t have the desire to take it off at the moment so he just left it on. He glanced around at the buildings around him, wondering where he would go. He could head to the ramen shop nearby or maybe to some sort of dumpling stall. He wasn’t really hungry but when he was bored or searching for something, his mind instantly went to food. He couldn’t really help this fact but it never failed to happen. “Hm… Where should I go?” He was talking to himself, not really caring if anyone looked at him or not. He looked around at the people, the ones he called ‘Night Walkers’ he had always called people who went out at night that, ever since he was a kid. The people in KasaiHana were so diverse, all going different places and doing different things. That’s one of the things he loved about this city.

DelieahHauler: -As Helena wandered through the route, she caught herself in the reflection of an old and very broken window, WHAT she had been walking around with her tits flattened, why were they not tumbling out?! Licking her soft lips lips, she looked like your best friends kid sister, the one you really wanted to fuck, but wouldn't be you would, one, get your ass kicked by your best friend, and two, she was an innocent virgin. She had the naïve look about her, the innocent virgin look, she could play the virgin VERY well. Pouting a little, her right hand slipped down the top of her dress, her fingers groped at her left breast and she jiggled it up, shaping it so she would have some cleavage, and then her other hand slipped into the other side, she did the same thing. Turning a little, catching the shadow of bulging tits and deep cleavage, she looked happier, much happier, she was all natural and proud to show her puppies off! But there was the foot steps, and then the silhouette, MALE! Putting on her sweetest smile, and letting the curls of the red wig tumble over her shoulder and caress her breasts, she made a move towards him. “Hey.” she said softly, she had a voice that was sweet as an angel, and her thick lashes batted as she shyly approached the figure, her head down a little, she slowly looked up at him, as someone looked over her body, they could see the lace on the bodice of her dress, showing her creamy skin off, but the bones of the dress held everything perfectly in place. She finally got a good look at him though, wow he was a big boy! “What are you up to handsome?” her voice carried out again, but she was crapping her pants, or metaphorical pants, but lets face it, she wore a g-string and that was skimpy as all hell. Her nipples hardened as the night chill hit her skin, she wore no bra, so she was probably more exposed to the elements than a cat! She held strong though, letting sweet drip off her body as if caramel was rolling down her skin. She awaited to see if he even noticed her, or if he would talk back, that was about the time she noticed he had grocery bags.-

The Funniest Post of YMRP History
Pallas: -As he is walking out of the liquor store with his left hand holding the grocery bags, he hears the sweet voice of a woman coming from behind him. He didn't expect much to come of it so he turned around and said-“yes?”-But then his eyes widened at the face of this beauty. He thought to himself-“God God ALmightly she got some TIG OLE BITTIES!”-His eyes were glued to the set of breasts this woman had on her chest. And the fact that her nipples were hard as ice looking like they were about to rip right through the shirt, he was practically drooling. Keep in mind that at the age of 13, when a boy is going through that “change” he wasn’t out trying to get a spring fling date, he was out training to become a hardened assassin. And right now, being an Assassin wasn’t the only thing that was hardened. When he finally realized that his manlyhood was up, he ninjaly put his grocery bags in front of him to cover himself. Don’t get me wrong, he was in no way small but he’s seen enough movies to know that this was not a good thing to do in front of a woman. After a few seconds he had to shake his head a bit just to get some words out of his mouth. With his face as red as a fire hydrant, he said to the woman-“w-w-well ya see.. I-I-I-I was gunna go…I was gunna…gunna.”-Then he thought to himself-“Where the fuck was I going?”-Then it finally hit him-“Oh yeah! I was gunna go to back to my apartment and c-c-cook me some Dinner.”-He then kept his hands over his body to hide his boner and asked-“W-w-what’s a woman l-l-like you doing out here alone…at night…in the cold…with no bra..I mean! Uhhh, oh look at the time. I guess I better be going now.”-He then gave an awkward laugh while scratching the back of his neck with his hand. Then his eyes widened again as he exposed his boner again and quickly tried to put his hand back down over it. He thought to himself-“Oh god, what kind of Assassin turns into a little kid when he sees a hot babe?!?”-He then began to slowly inch away with baby steps hoping that the awkwardness wouldn’t kill him.-

Taking Her Home
Sezomaru: Not too long after Ginsukei had crossed over into District two had he lit up another cigarette and had smoked it half way down. He wasn’t addicted to smoking, he just liked it. Some of the Kagemaru guys tried to call him a chronic smoker the other day which he just replied with a cloud of smoke to their faces. Ginsukei sighed which released another small stream of smoke from his mouth as he let the cigarette hang between his lips. “What a boring night…” He mumbled around his cigarette. He glanced up at the sky once again before he heard something that made him excited. “Dumplings get your Dumplings here!” He turned his head to his right, seeing the dumpling stall. He walked over to it after dropping and crushing his mostly smoked cigarette and bought a small bowl of dumplings. He continued down the street, happily eating his dumplings. They were really, really good. Maybe the best he had had from a stall. He made note to check this area for that guy’s stall the next time he walked by. He tossed the disposable bowl and chopsticks into a trashcan after he finished eating, happy that his stomach was full and warm from the hot dumplings. He slid his hands back into his pants pockets, continuing down the sidewalk. He soon noticed two people standing on the sidewalk talking. An awkward looking teenager who looked about seventeen or eighteen and a woman who had no problem showing off what she was blessed with. Her red curls that bobbed and brushed over her abundance of cleavage. Her skin even from a distance looked creamy and soft. Her hips were like two perfect curves that added to her figure, this girl was crazy hot. As Ginsukei got closer he noticed the boy covering his front with his grocery bags. Ginsukei smirked at that, knowing that the boy was covering an erection. He walked past the two, glancing at the boy who was now stuttering about cooking. “Keep that boner covered ‘little man’.” Ginsukei couldn’t help himself as he said this, knowing that it was going to make the situation even more awkward that it already was for the guy. Poor guy, hadn’t he ever seen or talked to a hot girl before?

DelieahHauler: -Helena awaited, and her lips pouted just that little more, she even went so far as too chew on her cheek, the first reaction she saw was his eyes widen, and the fact that his eyes were sitting on her chest, she was standing at 6 ft, so it wasn't like he could hide it because she was short, he was really boring into them with those eyes. As Helena shifted her weight, so her hips slipped at little to the other side, her ass was the other prominent thing in that dress. And there was the second reaction, she noted that he had slipped the grocery bags right over his groin, oh how adorable, was all she could think. He was stuttering and his face was flushed, did she really cause all this by herself, she internally nodded, yes she did, she knew the torment that she put some men through, Heart Attack on Legs is what some of the older men said at the club. Her hands rose and she placed her hands right on her hips, but his question brought a small smile to her face, this one she liked, he was the first one in a while she actually could see going home with and actually really enjoying the night. As he said he had to go, part of her sunk, darn it, when you meet a cute guy, and you work the streets, how do you actually have a love life? Answer, you don't, you just work. She took a small step forward, letting a little cute chuckle slip from her lips, and she felt the heat rise on her cheeks, WHAT, that NEVER happened to Helena. “Wh-” she was cut off by another voice, as she looked up, oh Mr Lanky McGee, of course, she knew his type, been paid enough by them. Her brow crinkled a little, she wasn't so much frowning, but she disapproved, did this idiot understand how hard it was to make rent, what she went through to balance everything? Her cheeks heated up more as she pushed past the very muscular man, though she noted, they were about the same height. “Aww baby, don't listen to him, he is just jealous he can't ever get a piece of meat like this.” she turned smiling, as if she were trying to save his honour, and the boner he had for her. “Lets go home.” she held her hand out to him, even looking at her hands and wrists, she looked petite, delicate, despite the toned muscles she had from dancing.-

Pallas: -His embarrassment was enough to kill any kids little heart but he was an Assassin and tried to hold his childlike reactions back. But the mood quickly changed as some other guy was walking by and decided to me a douche and point out what was probably already obvious to the woman. But in a way, that snapped him back to his nature state. The redness in his face quickly left his face as if it was never there to begin with. When the man was walking by, Dom grinds his teeth a bit and begins to take a step forward. As he does that, he draws the right hidden blade from his hand as he was ready to attack this man as if killing people were his second nature. Oh wait; it is his nature to kill people. But before he can even take another step to confront this man, the beautiful woman pushes past him and makes another comment about how that man will never get a woman like her. It actually brought a small smile to his face. It was rather funny to see this woman just talk down to the man. Dominique had never been someone for words, he was more of the kill first ask questions later kind of guy. At that time, he retracts the hidden blade back into its hiding place and calms down a bit. Even for an eighteen year old, his 5’11 body wasn’t exactly “a small” body. Because of his extensive training his body looked like a damn washboard with his abs and his arms were pretty buff as well. He steps into the light a bit and the light shows the tribal markings that come down his face and the bright green eyes of his. But he takes her hand, interlocking his fingers with hers and says-“Sure thing.”-He then begins to walk back to the apartment. He then remembers that his apartment is shitty as fuck. How do you explain a briefcase in the middle of the room filled with 100k in cold cash? Or the fact that his backroom is a weapon cache? He looks to the side a bit and he begins to try and think of something to say to her. He had never really interacted with a woman before and the time he finally does, this kind of thing happens to him. But now that he was a little bit calmed down, he looks at her with a smile and asks-“So what’s your name?”-He then waited for a response from her as they were coming up to his apartment. He did not know whether she was serious about coming in or just joking about to make that guy upset. I guess he was going to find out.-

DelieahHauler: -Helena watched the male, he actually grabbed her hand, it was nice, he was warm, lot warmer than she felt, and that was when she shivered a little, she finally noticed the cold. She walked with him for a few moments, the silence was nice, it had been a while since she walked hand in hand with someone. She heard the question, it was the most dreaded question because that's when she would have to reply with her famous quote "What do you want it to be?" he voice shook a little as she spoke, not from fear, but the cold, her eyes wandered to his face again and she slowly let his hand go. "Look, you are a sweet guy, and I don't think you understand what I am." she said it nicely, most would run the other direction, someone started to treat her like a slut, but she was honest. "I am the kind of girl, you pay to take home with you." she paused and bite her lip before shaking her head, so her curls fell around her again, and she took a deep breath. "I am the kind of girl, who leaves in the morning, no real name, no real number, and lets you go on your way. Unless we pre-arrange to make it a regular thing."-

Pallas: -When she heard her say that her name can be whatever he wanted, he raised a brow a bit. His entire life was forged into something secluded from the down and dirty ways of the city. As a kid he was never taught of hookers of drugs or anything of that nature really. And even as a teenager he learned only what he needed too. He only learned how to survive, how to be a killer, how to be a shadow in the night. He was a bringer of death and really, nothing more. But even with that lifestyle even with all the death that surrounds his life, he is still learning how to be a man. But when he hears of the explanation of who she really is, he is shocked. But in his own sick way, he connects to her. What makes her job different than his? He gets paid large sums of cash to kill, torture, or even just capture another human being. His job requires bringing pain to others. And her job? She is paid, hopefully in large sums, to pleasure another person. One takes life, and the other makes life just a little more enjoyable. So who really is the bad one in this situation? Dominique nods his head at her and is silent for a moment. She seemed like a sweet woman, someone he would want to hang out with. I mean, she was the first girl to actually talk to him in the last five years. The only interaction he had with another person was training with Leon back in Canada. And those interactions weren’t the nature that this woman could bring. His acute senses picked up on the tone of her voice when she first spoke. He could tell that this woman was very cold. And the fact that her clothes were damn near already off of her to begin with, he says to her-“What you do for your income is your own business. Lord knows I am not in any position to comment on a way someone earns their living…Regardless of that, a woman shouldn’t be out here in the cold in clothes like that and in a city…likes this. Come inside and I can give you a jacket to wear, maybe even a ride back home. I just can’t leave you out here like this.”-He then put his hand out for her to hopefully take back as his apartment was just up a few flights of stairs behind them. He then says to her-“Now don’t go all getting hard with me and saying ‘I can handle it’ haha.”-He then waits for her reaction as a small smile was on his face.-

Inside the Assassins Den
DelieahHauler: -As she had slowly her walk, and come to a stop, she waited for the pervy male attitude to start, or the degradation that she was used to coming from, well, an innocent like him, when she refered to innocents, she refered to people of the city that did not pay for sex, that were virgins or even just never had paid for this kind of service. But he had a nicer reaction than she thought he would, her brows raised and she thought for a moment her own surprise and shock would make her wig come off of her head and slip away. Her wasn't even sure what to say, and before she knew it her hand reached out and she grasped his again. "I can come in for a few moments, but I really should get back to walking." she murmured, starting to walk the stairs slowly, she dreaded them, the heels made stairs much harder to walk up, actually, no, it made it harder to walk down in heels, and what goes up, must come down. "But honestly, it's just to thaw out, I can't work with a jacket on, it just doesn't work that way." she said it a little gruffly, but by this time, her body was actually shaking. "Just for a few minutes" she said as if she were just saying it as a reminder to herself. His hand was warm, and she inched a little closer to him, just hoping to feel the heat rolling off his skin. If her nipples weren't already hard enough, she could feel her breasts were now like frozen ice cubes, it was as if they couldn't be kneaded in their current state, this was NOT good working weather!-

Pallas: -He nodded as she said she was willing to come up. A rather trusting woman she was. Even with his innocence oozing through him like a schoolboy, he was still a stone cold killing machine. As they walked up the stairs, she talked about how she couldn’t work in a jacket. He nodded his head and said in a calm tone trying to act casual about it-“Right.”-Because let’s be honest, when does someone just meet a hooker and then take them to the apartment…and not have sex with them? When they got to his floor, he grabbed the keys to his apartment and opened up the place. He wasn’t the most high maintenance kind of people to make their place look ammazzzing, but it worked for him. The couch wasn’t too old but it wasn’t too new either. It looked like a regular metropolitan apartment building. No more or no less. Of course if she were to take a look at that back wall she would find a room full of weapons and equipment. It was a good thing he kept those things out of plain sight. He would point to the couch and says-“Please, take a seat. Make yourself at home. Uhh Can I get you anything? Haha”-This was a first for him so it was like watching a bird fly for the first time, he was lost as hell. He put all the groceries in the empty fridge of his and made his way back to the living room portion of his apartment building. He was acting casual until he saw something in the corner of the living room. At the corner of the room was one of his L96A1 Sniper Rifles that he uses when he is bored. He was playing with it earlier in the day, shooting down birds and whatnot. He must have forgotten to put it away after he was done. He looked at the woman hoping that she hadn’t seen it and asks-“Is it warm enough for ya in here?”-

DelieahHauler: -Helena entered the apartment, she watched him, slowly she stepped in, windows she could scream out of, the door she could easily run out of, and hell, there would be an exit somewhere else other than the front door, she was scooping the room out, as if she was working, she knew how men could be. She was cautious, but didn't actually act like so, she looked confident. She shut the door over, her own form of confirmation she was safe to go, and just shook her head at the male, no she didn't want anything to eat or drink, she couldn't have sex with a full stomach, not the sort of sex she had anyways. "No thanks." she said it quietly as she started to make her way into his place more, the couch looked good, but she couldn't sit down, business and out, that was it. Her eyes danced over the gun, but it didn't shock her, she just ignored it, if only people knew the sort of men that paid her. "Yes, thanks, lots warmed than outside." she laughed softly as she started to knead her breasts "They are almost as soft as they were this morning in the shower." she spoke freely, but still reverted back to talking about sex, or her body, it was habit. "So, what is your name honey?" she said it so sweetly, as if she were lots older than she really was. Slowly she walked to the kitchen counter, her heels tapped softly on the floor as she walked, she did it purposefully so, as her back turned to him, the back of the bodice laced over, and got closer as it got to her ass, but, hell, even though it was joined at her ass, you could still see that she wore a g-string. As she got to the counter, her hands touched the surface and she lifted herself up, twisting magnificantly so her little ass perched on the counter. "What's for dinner?" she asked him, she was a complete natural at the conversation, she got the inkling feeling that he was not sure what to do. "Come on, don't be shy." as she shifted, her legs spread a little, giving him a sneek peek up her dress, the pink luscious lips of her's weren't glistening, but hell, they were deliciously ready. One hand reached down her dress as she pulled her breasts up against and then the other, jostling them about, it was as if this was her natural self, her hands tousled her hair about and she looked at herself in the reflections of the kitchen, she looked fine and ready to go back out.-

Pallas: -When the woman asked his name, he looked at her and said sarcastically-“It can be whatever you want it to be haha.”-But those breasts of hers, man did they draw his eyes. He couldn’t take his eyes off of those puppies for a second. They were so full; he had seen enough porn online to know that sucking on those would be a great night for him. But then when she turned her back from him, he was actually brought down a bit by not being able to see those breasts. That quickly changed as he finally got a look at that ass. He thought to himself-“GOD DAAYYYYUUUMMMM!”- What part of this girls body wasn’t perfect? She had it all and then some. He had eyes that were ready to pop out of his head. And that wasn’t even the last of his teasing torment. The woman opened up her lips and gave him a front row seat to the pussy show. Once he saw that, he was practically drooling over her. His mind was lost in a trance of teen like acts and the want for sex. She had asked what was for dinner but at that point his mind was far gone from this world. His face was as red as a rose and his dick as hard as a rock. He didn’t even know it was happening this time. His mind was so far gone into something else that he ended up saying-“I wouldn’t mind having a piece of that for dinner.”- This poor boy was just digging himself into a deeper hole. His hands were on his countertop and he put down so much pressure that the portion where his hand is just broke off. This is from the fighting style that his clan uses. Without much effort, Dom accidently breaks the small portion of the countertop and makes a mess of powered tile on his pants. That’s when he finally notices the huge boner he has on again. He says to himself-“Not again…”-He then proceeded to try and wipe the tile off his pants but that only made it worse. Because of that, he ended up just putting his head down on the countertop and saying-“I’m sorry. You can totally just head out if you want too. I just made a fool of myself twice now…”-he kept his head down, not even able to look at her. He was so embarrassed.-

DelieahHauler: -Helena watched him, he seemed to react to her in ways she hadn't exactly seen a man act like that, he must have been a virgin, there was no way that he would be so, well, so damned adorable. "I think I should take the night off work." she laughed, and it seemed genuine, not like she was laughing at him, but she was enjoying herself. "Come on, lets get you feed and relaxed." She slipped right off the counter, her heels clipping on the floor, and she just bite her lower lip. Her hand slipped up, and pulled the wig off along with head cap that held her long white hair in place. "How about that jacket, I don't want you busting a load in your pants" She said this softly, her voice changed, and she flicked her head, the white locks seperating and slipped over her shoulders her back, and covering her cleavage over. She looked at him still, and she looked a hell of a lot angelic now.-

Pallas: -His head slowly came up with a raised brow as the woman said she was going to stay. And get him fed? That didn’t add up to him. In his mind he had to break it down-“She’s no longer on duty, she could have left, but she wants to stay and hang out…is….Is she taking a liking towards me!?”-It was like his mind was telling him yes and then telling him no.-“She could have left? But it is cold outside. She’s not getting any money. But then again what if this is how she reels guys like me in?”-His mind debate was quickly averted as the woman made a joke towards his raging boner. He rubbed the back of his neck and said-“Sorry about the ole guy down there…I uhh, I don’t generally get to talk to a beautiful girl like yourself very often…You probably think I’m the lamest guy in the city. Heh.”-And that was what made it the most ironic thing of all. A stone cold killer, brought to embarrassment from a beautiful woman. Afterword’s he goes into the kitchen and says-“Well you might not like my choice of food either haha. I tend to not be a very picky person and I just picked up some instant Ramen.”-He then pulled out the packets with a black expression on his face. He finally meets a girl, and he tanks epically.-

DelieahHauler: -Licking her lips, she watched him carefully, his head came up, to show that brilliant blush on his cheeks, she followed him about, and slowly she started to unzip her boots, one first, her hands slide down the length of her leg and she pulled the boot off, and then the other, there was a significant height change, she had left her wig on the kitchen counter, and then just left her boots close by, so she knew where they were, she could not loose either of them. She was around 5'8 barefoot, and her long legs were unmarked, no scars, she bore no tattoos and her arms, well they looked track free. "Why don't you go get that jacket and I will start your ramen." she wasn't sure when she would eat, but at least he would eat, she really did have a big heart, and she cared a lot harder than most people did. She squeezed between him and the counter, her ass pressing against his groin and her smaller hands took hold of the packets, she didnt fear him, or the strength she was aware he possessed. "Go on, if you dont get the jacket, I will be dressed like this all night and Mr Hard down there will start to hurt from being so hard." she looked over her shoulder up at him, from this angle he could easily looking into her doe blue eyes, and see down her dress, and hell he could easily kiss her, but she didn't expect much, hell, if anything happened, she didn't expect to be paid, because she had always decided, if anything happened, it was for here. As she slooked at his features a shy smile crept over her lips "My name is Helena." she admitted quietly, as if it was a secret.-

Becoming a Man
(XXX From this point on) Pallas: -He watched her as she took off her boots. He could tell that she was very good at what she does. I mean, the woman even took off her boots in a sexual manner. He could barely contain himself as he was already as hard as a rock. When she offered to make the ramen if he were to get the jacket, he said to her-“Yeah that sounds like a good…”-And before he could finish his sentence, the woman came around the counter and tried to grab the packets. The feel of her ass rubbing against his dick was the feather that broke the camel’s back. He round ass rubbing against him was the tipping point for him as he practically shattered into little pieces. His grip on the packets got so hard that the dry noodles inside of the packets got crushed into dust. This of course led to him letting go of the packets and for her to take them. At this point she had turned her head and looked up at his face. Their bodies so close to each other, the clothes didn’t even seem to be in between them. And this time, this time he could only look into her blue eyes. Even though he had a clear shot to stare at her body, he could only look into those eyes. She would see the tribal markings going down his eyes. They almost looked like blood tears. (http://www.inflexwetrust.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/t_assassinscreed3_tyrannydlc_wolftrailer.jpg) His bright green eyes stared into hers, and then he finally went for it. He slowly lowered his head to hers, and pressed his lips against hers. His arms slowly came down and found themselves on her curvy hips as his lips met hers. His childlike innocence broke as his lips touched hers. After eighteen years, this was his first kiss. The kiss would last for a few seconds before he slowly pulled back a few inches. He had to lick his lips a bit because he didn’t want to lose the sweet taste of her lips. He then looked into her eyes again and said-“Nice to meet you…Helena.”-

DelieahHauler: -As she watched him, and took in the markings on her face, she just smiled a little, she could hear the crunching of the noodles, what had she done, this man just couldn't function around her really. But when she finally locked onto those green eyes, she felt her work persona melting away off of her and just felt herself becoming her. The only other man Helena had actually been with as herself was the man she lost her virginity too, but that was another time and another story. As his lips touched hers, her heart started to pound, she had the experience other woman didn't, she was sexy, she was good in bed, but more importantly right now, she was herself. Her eyes closed over, and her hands dropped the packets on the bench with a small flop and slipped over his that had found their way to her hips, she take to take a breath in when he pulled away, it was as if he was taking her favourite lolly away from her. Rule number one, never kiss your client on the lips, its too personal, but he wasn't her client, she wanted him, she actually felt the pull to her, which scared her, she couldn't have a love life and work at the same time. The dread filled her chest as she pulled her eyes away from him, and looked down at the counter, jiggling the bags about, her hair slipped right over her face, hiding her eyes from him, and she took in a very shaky breath, she let a sweet giggle slip out of her lips and then felt the walls trying to come back up, the protective one. “D-d-don't you need dinner?” it wasn't as if she was brushing him off, because she hadn't moved away from him, instead, she had actually pressed her body into his more, her back was against his chest. Perhaps if someone were to talk in, they would presume that they were a couple, the way she was affectionately leaning against him, but they would guess otherwise if they saw what she was dressed in. Her eyes were glued to the bench, this was a man she could see herself liking, a man she could see herself actually having fun with, but of course, work would come calling sooner or later. “You never said your name.” her voice was still sugar sweet but had dropped the seductive charm, but it was still alluring as all hell.-

DelieahHauler: -She hurt inside, though she didn't show it, her mind raced, the envy she felt for those girls who had normal lives, but the money, the money she got paid the bills, hell, she was giving up tonight's work, and could find herself on her ass if she didn't make the money up somehow, but she knew that is was worth it, perhaps, maybe it might not be? Doubt had filled her, was this the right choice, what would happen in the morning? She blinked a few times, was this how normal girls felt? It was dreadful! At least when she was working, she knew what to expect, most of the times, they gave her money and she was on her way, no if ands buts or maybes about the scene. As Helena felt her body shift, the warmth left her back and suddenly got replaced on her chest, he moved her easily, her mind was still trying to figure out whether that was a good or bad thing. She looked up slowly, and felt her hair move from her eyes, she wasn't smiling, but she didn't look sad, she just looked like her when she was deep thought, a small crinkle in the middle of her eyebrows, not quite a frown, but more of a curious facial expression. As he spoke, his voice soothed her body, but not her worries, nothing could help them, not unless it came in a shot glass. There it was again, those green eyes, they just stared at her, was he happy? His lips met hers again, and she got the feeling this was just a one night stand, nothing would most likely come out of it, but how did she feel about that? So many questions but none of them answered, her hands slipped up his chest, she could feel his muscles rippling and moving as he kissed her, as she moved her hands over the defined lines to his shoulders, she wasn't scared to grab him, because he was massive, she couldn't do anything to hurt him. Her legs spread a little as one hand slipped around his neck, draped around it, but the other hand dropped to her ass, pushing his hand to her back, she didn’t want to worry about sitting on it. Swiftly, her hand swept over the counter, pushing aside the packets of ramen and then her legs bended and she jumped, her ass landing with a soft thud on the counter, that wasn't all though, her other hand found it ways back to his neck and she pulled him closer, her legs slipping open and her dress hiking up her thighs, her legs slipped up onto his hips and she actually wrapped her legs around him, as if clamping herself right there. She didn't pull away from the kiss, she pulled him in, she took in his taste, his scent and even how it sounded when they kissed, it was turning her on, her heart was pounding and her cheeks were flushed from the heat that was being passed between them both. The took in steady breaths through her nose so she didn't have to worry with pulling away, but the blush hit her cheeks when she heard the sweet moan slip out of her lips, muffled by their dancing tongues.-

Pallas: -Every second into that kiss was like an eternity in heaven. When her hands went up his chest, her soft touch sent jolts of sensations into his body making everything feel so much more. Her hands were so soft against his skin. His hold on her ass was what he enjoyed a lot, almost as much as the kiss. It fit so firmly in his hand as if the hand and her ass were a perfect match. Then as she jumped onto the counter, the kissing got passionate. It wasn’t an “Okay, let’s have sex and move on” kind of kiss. She was putting her own emotion and lust into the kiss. Dominique could feel that coming off of her. But what was this going to be? He was pretty sure that she knew he was a virgin. Hell he even told her that he rarely, meaning never, gets to meet or speak to a woman like her. So what makes him think she believes he has ever slept with a woman like her? All these thoughts ran through his mind but his body couldn’t stop from just wanted her, even if he knew she was never to return to his life. This night, what was happening with them, just felt like the right thing. With her body latched onto his, he continued the kiss and began to undo his pants. His arms were long enough to easily reach down and undo the belt and the zipper and within a few seconds, those pants fell right off. They fell down to the floor, released his already well hardened member. His cock lifted up and smacked her thigh as he was ready to go all the way. He would rub his hands from her knees, all the way up to her thighs, taking in that soft milky skin of hers. When he got to the upper thigh area, he spread her legs out just a bit so he could move his member in. He’d lean her body back a bit as he placed his cock at the rim of her pussy, inserting just the tip as a teasing motion. But her having more experience than him, she probably thought his tactics were just childs play. Though he was a virgin, he was indeed blessed by the god with a hefty cock to work with. No one would be upset with the package he was rocking. If she was willing still, he would push the rest of himself inside of her. It would be his first experience with the opposite sex, but he was ready to go all out this night. With his hands still on her upper thighs, he would begin to thrust his hips pushing himself in and out of her. With each thrust he gave, the countertop would shake a bit as if there was an earthquake in the apartment.-

DelieahHauler: -So much ran through her head as they kissed, it was slowly dissipating away to nothing more than a thought she would have later on. She could feel his arms moving and lessened the grip on his waist with her legs, she knew what was coming, and then she heard the zip and the sound of material gathering up as it hit the floor. But her eyes travelled down, no matter how hotheaded the man, how much he used it and how strong he was, the skin on a cock was just as soft as a baby's ass and she felt it on her thigh. But she tried very much so to hide the shock on her face, some of the blood drained out of it, she was not used to men that big, and though she might look like she would be stretched out, she was tight from the exercises she did, and in fact Lady Luck (What she calls her Vagina) was VERY small. As he spread her legs, a hand of hers slipped between her legs, pushing the dress up to gather at her waist and then to push the G-string to the side, lets face it, she wasn't able to pull it off, took too long. She felt that she was indeed wet and ready, because with a big boy like that, going in raw would hurt like buggery in the morning. His hand sent shivers over her spine, and it was like a lightening bolt hit Lady Luck quickly, causing her to flinch a little as the head of his cock teased her. She had her eyes locked on that gorgeous cock though, she couldn't get over just how large it was, and she knew that it would hurt, just a little. She wasn't even really paying attention to how he was acting, it was a little naïve, just he didn't know what he was doing, but hell, that cock! Her legs pushed him a little, as if egging him on to slip in, and she felt him enter her completely, her head dropped forward, resting on his chest as she took in a deep breath, it pinched at first, and she had a look of, Oh good lord that hurts on her face, but overall, when he began to rocked back and forth, her pussy started to ease around him, happily accepting him each time he pushed inside her, but surely he would be able to feel the tightness and some of the resistance her body naturally had. Slowly she lifted her head back up, for a moment she looked uncomfortable, but then she got this unexplainable look on her face as her back arched into him, pressing her breasts closed to him and her head dropped back, her lips parted and the softest moan slipped out, he had found that rhythm she personally liked, he was hitting all the right buttons within. Her hands slipped away from his neck to hold onto the counter-top, though her legs were wrapped around his waist, she hiked them up, as too help deepen the thrusts, helping him some so he got to penetrate her deeper. “Fuck.” she gasped, her hand grasping the counter-top if he looked he could see her knuckles going white the tighter she held on. –

Pallas: -Her body was so tight that he had to push harder just to get his cock in and out of her. Her pussy acted like a vice and just clamped down on his cock each time he went in. But the feeling of it sends vibrations of ecstasy through his body like waves. At first he wondered if he was even doing it right as she remained motionless. Little did he know it was because he was so “big.” Then after a few moments it was like an animal in her just erupted. She moved her body along with his movements and even tilted her body back so he can go deeper inside of her. Hearing that moan was like music to his ears. It made him push harder to get her to moan louder. His hips began to quick in pace as the countertop began to shake more. With each thrust it was as if he were trying to hammer her pussy. His hands moved up to her hips as he began to push her body into his just so he can move in closer to that spot of hers. His muscles would begin to harden as he put a lot of his upper body into the motions as well. If she were to feel his arms, they would be rock hard like a body builders. As his hips moved the motions became a lot smoother and that “Beginners feel” began to quickly float away. After a few minutes of relentless pounding without stopping he un-hooked her legs from his waist and turned her over to change positions. He bent her over the counter, pushing her down to where her chest was flat on the surface of the countertop and continued to thrust his cock inside of her. As he did so, the counter would begin to crack from the pressure of his thrusts. Every time he pushed into her, her ass would make a ripple effect going up her body. And every so often, he would give her ass a nice spanking with his large hand. His body was jolting with ecstasy, feeling every bit of her body.-

DelieahHauler: -Helena was not even thinking any more, she didn't worry, she would leave that for future her, in fact, her brain probably wouldn't work for quite a few hours after this encounter. She tried her best to move her hips with his, but she found it almost impossible, She knew in her mind he was virgin, but his movements were tricking her body, he just simply couldn't be that good and a virgin, there was no possible way! She never got the chance to touch his arms, because her hands grasped the counter-top like her life depended on it, and because she was hoping it would stop her moaning so loudly. As he moved her about, without her even caring, she was grateful for her chest to lay against the cool top of the counter, her breasts would have been bouncing harder than a basketball with the pounding she was getting from him. Her hair slipped forward and she let out a shriek as his hand landed on her ass, the orgasm was building up in her lower stomach, and she wasn't about to ruin the surprise for him though. Finally she heard a crack what the fuck was that? Her eyes danced over the counter and she realised, just how strong he was, and it dawned on her, just how sore she would be in the morning. “FUCK.” she screamed, her back arched once more, her nails claws along the bench top and her hands were actually pushing her up before she knew it, and she pressed her ass right into him, she was fighting his thrusts, the animal within had completely taken over, it was a fight for dominance, she had a lot of stamina, she did this for a living, so of course stamina was high on her list of talents, but this was evening a lot for her to withstand. “Dom!” she shouted as she felt herself slip a little on the bench top, her cheeks and chest flushed out, her skin was starting to get this glistening almost glittery look on her skin. She was loud, her moans filled the room, and hell, she was not holding it back any more, if the neighbour’s woke up, let them bang on the walls in complaint. She was tall enough for her feet to reach the floor, even as she was bent over the counter, but she go this burst of strength, and she pushed back against him completely and roughly, she wasn't sure if he would see her getting a little aggressive, but it was enough to get her off of the counter, which she was sure would come down any moment, and clamber on the floor, slipping, she didn't trip, but dropped a little, very gracefully as well, as her ass landed on the floor, she was quick to peel away the g-string, and her hands pulled the lace at the back of her dress as she pulled it off over her head and threw it to the side, her perky, and plump breasts fell free of the material. She was full of passion and fury, and this gave her Lady Luck a moment to breath free of his large cock, and she wasn't nearly finished yet, but she had felt herself getting so close, and just did not want to be done yet. Her hand moved up and caught his wrist, giving a hard tug, she doubted it would hurt him, but he would have to feel it, and understand exactly what she meant.-

Pallas: -Feeling her push back against him for a battle of dominance was amazing. Their battle of dominance went on for a while until BOOM! Helena put all her strength and it pushed Dom back a bit. He was surprised to see that from her and he slipped right on out of her. She had been so wet that his cock was covered completely by her juices. Using this time, Dominique looked at the clock and seen that that they had been going at it for over an hour now. Dom thought to himself-“God damn this woman sure can take it.”-Then his attentions were drawn back to the now naked woman on his kitchen floor. He never thought that kind of sight would ever be in here but damned it all he did not question it. He then slides back down to the floor, now on top of her and kisses her passionately again. As their tongues wrestled each other, Dominique inserted himself back inside of her while laying her body down on the floor. Afterword’s he leans up and takes the white shirt off his back. As his arms rose above his head to take the shirt off, she would see his rock hard abs looking like he just walked out of a magazine. She would also take notice to the red tribal marks across each side of his ribs. They consist of three lines on each side with spike points going through them. This is to symbolize the Spirit Animal power within him of The Eagle. After the shirt comes of, Dominique begins to once again thrust his hips into her body. He felt himself building up and ready to blow but he did not want to end this night just yet. The feeling of being inside of a woman was like no other. To him, it was better than killing. And what is killing to an Assassin? Everything. As he continued to fuck her, he would lean down and place his hands on her breasts as leverage, gently squeezing them as his hips did all the work. His body looked like a Hawaiian belly dancer, just being a wave in the motion. After the hour they have been together, their bodies had probably been sweaty from this constant motion that their hips hitting each other create a clack lie sound. That along with the screaming moans coming from Helena cause the neighbor to bang on the wall yelling-“Are you fucking kidding me!? There is no way you are giving it to that girl like that to get her to make those screams!? Cut that shit out! People are trying to fuckin sleep over here!”-But Dominique paid him no mind. In his mind, the world had been evaporated into nothing but him and Helena. He would keep going all night if he had too to pleasure Helena. It was an experience like no other and he wasn’t just going to end it quickly.-

DelieahHauler: -She was glad he got the rather large hint to join her on the ground, and even gladder that she got to taste him again, it was probably her favourite part about the evening, the kissing, she never got to do that, it was her number one rule. Now, now she refused to stop kissing, in fact she whimpered when the kiss had ended, her tongue felt like it was missing it's partner, she felt like it was just far to empty. As she watched him, a smile spread on her lips, and she gave a girlish giggle, the first sign all night of her age, she was after all only 19 and she didn't bother to act older but her age. It sounded nervous, but she was actually nervously enjoying herself, this was almost just as new to her as it was to him, outside of work, she never had men. She wanted to ask so many questions about the marks on his body, but then her brain switched off again, the thrusting had taken over her thoughts. As soon as he got close again though, his hands on her breasts, if her nipples weren't already hard enough from the air, and erotic “foreplay”, they hardened yet again with his fondling. Her lips found his face, and she showered him in soft kisses, his forehead, the tip of his nose, his cheeks and then one, very soft and light on his lips, but the shouting caused her to giggle, like she was a teenager girl, she had grown up quickly when she got kicked out, and the streets hardened her, but in these walls, she didn't have to be hard, he was there, and she knew that he was strong enough to not let anyone touch her, not around him, it was just how safe he made her felt. One of her legs wrapped around his waist and then the other foot pressed the ground, she was so close, so just wanted to show him one more thing, she wanted him to have it all, at least feel a woman on him, without him controlling it. At first when she pushed her foot up, attempting to roll over, he resisted or didn't notice, but then it was quick, it was a woosh, and she was rolled over, laying on top of him, his cock not even having moved out of her. She looked down at him smiling, thank god he read her some, or she would have been stuck there for hours trying to push him off of her. “Let me” she whispered in his ear, she panted a little, clearly, she was close, all the signs were there, and she was giving herself a chance to calm down, for a moment, to catch her breath and control the motions. She slowly sat up, she looked down, peering at how they were joined, her knees on the ground did not hurt, but she was rarely in this position, and she was clean down there, not bare, but very tidy. Her hand slide down her stomach to rest on his as she lifted herself a little, fixing how she was on him, and then with a shy look and finger movement, saying come here, she watched his muscles as he leant up, she wasn't sure if he was confused, curious, or just plain old normal. Her arms wrapped around him gingerly, and she softly rose, slipping her pussy up his shaft, stopping so he was still in her, and her pussy tightening, her clit throbbed just on his rim and then she lowered herself down on him. It was not as fast as he was going, but if she knew herself well enough, her climax was soon and it would boil over while she had control. “Fuck up, you you jealous bitches!” she yelled back in reply, finally having mustered the breath, but she watched him, her eyes on his as she pressed her body to his, including her lips on his. It was not quite love-making, but it was a hell of a lot more sensual than what they were doing before. She speed up just a little, but not enough to cause the slapping sounds that he had earlier, in fact, the only sounds that came from her lips were whimper like sounds and pleasure filled sighs. Her clit however, was rubbing against him, that was what caused her to climax, the clit stimulation as well as vaginal. “Shit.” she murmured, as Lady Luck tightened, she was actually tightening and loosening on him, the spasm was here, and then her stomach clenched, she let out the smallest most cutest squeak and then her body erupted, it boiled over, but if that wasn't enough, she was a squirter, and it was rare for to squirt, but she did it today, her juices gushed out of her, it was enough to cause her to blush deeply, and hide her face in the crook of his neck, hell, she was not sure what he would make of her orgasm, or how close he even was, but hell, she knew she just couldn't hold it back any longer. Her body felt like the tingles would never leave, it was like someone had stuck her with electricity but it didn't hurt one bit.-

Pallas: -As she took the motions slowly on top of him, it gave him the time to really feel everything that her pussy had to offer. Then as she yelled back to the neighbors, he covered his face and laughed a bit. After all the hours of being with her, he was no longer nervous with her. He felt like she had been a friend he had for years now. And who wouldn’t grow a bit together after having sex with them? He enjoyed being on the bottom for a change. It gave him the time to also just sit there and enjoy the feeling of being inside of a woman. But what got him was that she chose to be on top. He always thought that a hooker’s job was to just take the D and not really put actual “work” into the sex. So in a sense of it all, he felt like she was starting a actually have a “Thing” for him. Could it be possible to win a hooker over by having sex with her? Who knows? Alls he can say is that he was glad it was happening. His thoughts soon went to a blank as Helena’s pussy began to really tighten around his cock. The constriction actually felt great on his cock and he was about to burst because of it. As she came to finish, he would do the same. As she laid down to bury her face in his neck releasing all of her juices, he would burst inside of her. His Animal Spirit Power caused his eyes to actually glow a bright green color as he roared out like a bear-“ROOAAARRR!”-This would definitely stand out to Helena because the roar sounded almost perfectly like a grizzly bear. And while he roared, his hips thrust upwards into her and release his entire load inside of her. A mass amount of an all-white froth quickly fills her insides up to the brim and quickly overflows her body’s capacity for it. This causes some of his cum to squirt out of her pussy along with her squirting juices. After he had released himself inside of her, he puts his head on the floor as he tries to control his breathing back to a normal pace. His cock is yet still inside of her as he laid there on the floor with his green eyes staring up at the ceiling. He was wondering if he should say something or just wait to see if she was going to say anything. But after that squirting episode of hers, he doubt she was going to be out right talking very soon. The fact that he made her squirt at all brought a confident smile to his face.-

DelieahHauler: -Helena felt his cock, it pulses as he came in her, she knew that feeling all to well, but the roar was what had scared her, it was enough to make her jump, but with how lost he was in his own orgasm, he would not have felt it. She could feel their juices intermingling, it was however what brought her attention from him when she felt a little running down her thigh, her hair slipped over her face, but she looked very confused, she wasn't sure what the hell happened, the roar? Her mind wasn't at ease any more, what the fuck was he, and what did he do for a living? The gun in the corner, his markings, they were fucking gang tattoo's they had to be, now of course this was an assumption of hers, but hell, she had slept with too many men that were in gangs, they were the worst, but why was he not like them. Her mind raced, virgin, young, buff, tattoo's, the gun, was he a fucking hit man?! Her eyes travelled back to him, but it looked like she forced a smile this time, as she watched him breath, she had stayed sitting on him, her hands roamed up his stomach shaking like hell, was she scared of him really? Her fingers got to the markings, tribal perhaps? She wasn't all too sure, and then she leant down, which was odd to her, her finger tips traced the outline of each mark, on both sides, it took a while, she wasn't sure how long she was hunched over on him, looking at the markings with a fascination. She slipped up, so he fell out of her and her lips kissed each moarking on his ribs, they kisses were affectionate, almost feather light, three kisses going up and then her head nuzzled into his chest, after all the contemplation, she let her mind be at ease, him being a hit man or not, she liked his arms, and his body, and his cock! She rolled, her thigh sitting against his, on arm wrapped around her stomach and the other loosely hung over his hips, her head, rested on his chest, she had caught her breath, but she was just jelly now, she felt the bones just give up working. They might have been on the kitchen floor, but she had slept in worse places. Her eyes actually started to close over, if he chose to go to bed, he could leave her there, or easily lift her. She was rather the lanky girl, mostly arms and legs, legs that did seem to go for miles. She curled a little, nuzzling her head more into his chest, and her hair fanned out, her hair wasn't curly per say, but it had large waves in it, and few ringlets. Her head nuzzled against him once more as she lifted her chin, her head was tilted up, her lips slightly parted as she closed her eyes and just relaxed, she didn't bother to say anything, because she knew that if she tried to speak, she would fail. But did she need to say anything really?-

Pallas: -As he laid there for the moment, his eyes remained fixed on the ceiling as he caught his breath. Then he noticed that Helena was fixated on the tribal markings he had on his ribs. He surprised to see someone so fascinated with his markings. His body was covered in them and his green eyes are created by the Tribal Markings Origin. He wouldn’t mind explaining what they are; she probably would think he is just a crazy person anyways. As she kisses the markings he remembers the Spirit Flight he had to go on to retrieve those markings. Earning the spirit of the Eagle was not an easy task for him. Every Animal Spirit that is now linked to his body came with an extreme test. He was lucky enough to have a great teacher to guide him into the right paths. He gets lost in his own remembrance of his life back in Canada training to become what he is today, that he did not notice that Helena was beginning to doze off. He laughed a bit under his breath and slowly made his way up to a sitting position. Once he had done that he began to lift Helena up as a husband carries his wife and begins to walk her to the bedroom. He had a King sized bed which probably costs more than the whole apartment. Dominique wasn’t one to spend money on a whim but damn it all, he bought himself the most expensive bed set you can find this side of the Second District. He slowly put her under the silk blanket covers, her body floating on a cloud of memory foam mattress. He was already naked and figured, what’s the point of putting clothes on now? So he hopped into bed on the other side of her and began to try and sleep. For a few minutes his eyes just stared up at the ceiling kind of zoning in and then out. Then after that, his eyes slowly began to shut and the night had come to an end. Not a bad way to lose your virginity.-

The Morning After
DelieahHauler: -Helena felt something on her skin, silk? What the hell was she laying on, it wasn't hard, not it was warm, it was soft, it was --- Her eyes suddenly opened and she squealed, the time! She was late. “Oh fuck.” she said rather loudly, she untangled herself from Dominque and scrambled over him looking at the time. “Ahhhhh, I'm late, I'm late!” she slipped right off of him onto the floor, pulling the covers with her, screw his sleeping, she was late! As she stood, rather quickly like a small mere-cat might, the covers slipped from her body, and she winced, she was sore as all hell, how was she going to run? How the fuck was she going to get to her job just running, she had missed her ride. “Shit!” she exclaimed as she gently tried to tiptoe out of the room into the kitchen, she got one good look at the counter and went pale, she was thankful they got on the ground when they did, he would going to break the whole kitchen if they hadn't have moved! She grabbed her g-string and pulled it up her long legs, bruises marked her thighs, not black bruises and they weren't big, but they were there. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” she groaned, her hands pulled the dress slackly over her head to cover her body. She actually cautiously run back into the bed, her hands banging on the end of her bed. “Please, for the love of god, let me burrow a top, I CANT go to work like this. Or drive me home, I need to change!” she wasn't shouting at Dom, but she spoke in a very panicked tone. “If I don't work today, I won't make rent Dom.” she didn't hold back the tears that started in her eyes, usually she would have told her client to wake her up, normally they drove her, but she planned on getting some cash and going home, where her room mate would drive her to work. Her white hair was in a mess and array, she traditionally thought she could get up, making him some form of breakfast, admire him sleep, but no, she had slept right through and now she was late!-

Pallas: -The next morning came and it was a rather abrupt one at that. Helena had woken up in a stir and Dominique who hones the Animal Spirit of a Bear sure as hell sleeps like one and barely even moved. When she fell off the bed he just rolled and took the whole portion of the bed now that he wasn’t snuggled up next to her. It wasn’t until she started banging on the bed that he finally woke up…barely. He heard her talk about something with a t-shirt or needing to drive her home and then her rent issues. Dominique was so tired and out of it from the night before that he got up out of the bed and began to walk towards the living room. As he walked, his dick would swing back and forth like a grandfather clock, you can obviously tell that he wasn’t nervous around her anymore. With his eyes almost shut he looked more chinky then Jackie Chan taking a photo with the high flash on. When he gets to the living room, he grabs the briefcase that has the 100k inside of it and grabs 2k out of it. He then locks it back up before he slides his feet back on over to the room. She would probably be confused as to what he was doing because he has yet to make a sound out of his mouth. When he walks over to her, he puts the 2k in her hand, gives her a kiss on the cheek and says in a very tired voice-“bam! Rent money…”-He then falls over and flops right back onto his bed. While he laid there, Helena would get a front row seat to look at that toned ass of his while he tried to go back to sleep. But before he did, he motioned his fingers for her to come back to bed. Did he pay for the sex? No. But did he want her to stay…You bet your ass he did.-

DelieahHauler: -Helena didn't hear a word from him, he just shuffled again, and at first she giggled at how his cock was soft and swayed back and forth but then her eyes narrowed, what did he have in his hand, and if it was what she thought it was, she actually pulled her dress off now, pulled the lace out of it, useless to her if it wasn't done up right. She quickly rummaged on the ground, she found a shirt, hell it would look like a dress on her. She barely pulled the top over her head when she felt the money pressed into her hands, and then she looked at him, and then the money in her hand, oh she felt her anger just boil up inside and boil right over. She stalked out of the room without so much as a look back, instead she wrapped the lace ribbon around her waist a few times, and tied it in a bow so it looked like a makeshift belt. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes, not now she though, not today, was all she kept saying in her head. Thumbing through the wad of cash, she left the rest of what she wouldn't usually be paid on the damaged counter, put the money in her boot as she swept up the rest of her things. The way she saw it, he paid her for the sex, and now it was her turn to disappear, but she didn't do it with a nice slip out this time, she just slammed the door, as she quickly started down the stairs, bunched up dress, wig and boots in her hands, she would have to run home now, just so she could get changed, but getting down the stairs was proving a little trickier in the daylight, and with the fact that the other people could see up the top, and got a nice view of her g-string. What was she thinking?! She gave him her real name, she let him see her real face, her hair, it wasn't like she could just blend in now, she knew where he lived, and it wasn't like they were ages apart, he lived rather close to her, in fact he probably shopped at the same place she did. “FUCK.” she harshly said to herself and looked at the male staring at her “What the fuck are you looking at jackass?” he shook his head and went back to what he was doing as she pulled the money out and quickly hid it in her dress, she sat down for the shortest of moments to pull her boots up, and then the same zerp of the zipper. She would have to hitch a ride to District 2, that was where she worked, or she would have to run all the way through that alley again. “Fucking stupid jackass.” she murmured angrily at herself and then him as she pushed her hand over her cheeks to stop herself from crying. She was a tough girl, but she had lots of emotions, and today was not looking that great for her already, she wasn't sure if he followed, though she doubted he had since he paid her, and then she was up again, stalking quickly away from his apartment, and down the street in the direction of where she lived.-

Pallas: -What he thought was a kind gesture turned out to be a big mistake on his part. He had not realized he pissed Helena off until he heard his front door slam. This made his eyes open fully and now he was awake. He got out of the bed and walked out of the bedroom and want towards the living room. There was no sign of Helena but he did find the money he gave her. There was some missing but not close to being all of what he gave her. That is when he put the pieces together. All he could say was-“Aw shit…”-But then a gleam of hope came through his opened window. Her scent was still the same as the night before and his nose got a lot of her still on him. She wasn’t that far off. Dominique looked down and saw that he was-“Yup…still naked…oh well”-Dom then flipped out of the window badass parkour style and fell the three stories to the floor. His body lands on both feet as his insanely durable bone and muscle structure was able to take that fall easily. His eyes caught hold of Helena as she was yelling at a man for looking at her. But quite honestly, can you blame the man for trying to look? Dominique quickly ran towards her direction, catching up fairly easily as he still remained at peak human ability whereas she was damn near limping back to wherever she was going. Dominique got in front of her, naked, and put his hand up for her to stop walking. He then said to her-“You thought…You thought I was trying to pay you for the sex?...Helena I gave you the money because…because I didn’t want you to leave.”-He then ran his fingers through his hair as it was taking a lot just to say this. He then continued on-“It’s like you said last night. You’re the kind of girl who doesn’t give real names or isn’t there in the morning the next day. Who’s to say I’d ever see you again after this morning? I…I just didn’t want you to walk out forever yet…I’m sorry. I know it doesn’t mean anything to you. I’m sure a lot of guys get crushes on you and want you to stay with them. I just didn’t want you to leave thinking I was ‘that kind of guy’.”-Dom then proceeded to walk back towards his apartment. All the people on the streets were staring at the two of them. All the women couldn’t help but be glued to his dick just hanging there. He even got a couple male stares at it as he was walking back.-

Was She Crushing on Him?
DelieahHauler: -Helena had made it a decent way from the apartment building, she might have been hurt and sore, but she still got quite a bit of speed on her when she was mad. She blinked a few times as he caught up to her, and NAKED! Her cheeks flamed up in a blush, and she kept her eyes on his face, because that glorious cock did things to her, and she wasn't sure why, but she actually wanted to look down. Strength and anger was on her side, she let him go about what he wanted to, and she looked over her shoulder as he walked away, satisfied enough that he felt bad, she stiffly kept walking, but he would have to know, that the part of District 1 she was heading to, was really the slums of it, there was not much worse than where she lived. Well, she went to work, she paid her rent, in fact, she got herself some clothes, they weren't nice, but they were for comfort, not work. As the hours went by, she thought about how she reacted in the morning, come lunch time, she sat around talking with a few of the girls from work and she was giggling, telling them all about how he had chased her down the street starkers! “So, as he is walking away, like a scolded puppy, people are actually staring at his wang.” she giggled a little coughing and choking a little on her food. But she heard the question “Well, you going to go back and see him? I mean, that was kind of sweet, and embarrassing on his behalf, I know my husband wouldn't have ever done that for me.” Helena bite her lip and shook her head “He paid me, I mean, I get it, ok, but he paid me, he didn't explain before, how do I know he didn't just say that?” and the girls got a talking once more, Helena felt a little guilty, maybe she had over-reacted? As the day when on, Helena found herself at home, changing into her new sweat pants, and singlet top, why bother wearing a bra when her tits were a perky as they were? Shrugging, she pulled her hair up into a pony tail, wiped the day's make up away. Without thinking, she was stuffing some clothes into a small over night bag, and then a few other things. As she made her way out into the evening, she stopped by the store, it smelled of strong bleach, and she grabbed the noodles, but some veggies, he had wanted ramen the night before, why not add to it? As she looked to the cashier her nose screwed up “What happened?” was all she asked as she waited for him to pack it “Some guy saved my life.” Helena smiled and handed him the cash and gasped “Well I will have to thank him!” she shrieked as she took her bag of groceries and went on her way. As she climbed the same stairs, the flat shoes she wore did her justice, she didn't have to worry about climbing down them, or how she would with heels on, she just walked up and started to knock on the door, wailing Dominique's name out. She saw someone approach her from the side and say “Ma'am he isn't here.” her blue doe eyes looked over the man, he had to be whom she was after. “I need to get in there.” she was confident and direct the man shook his head “Sorry Ma'am, I can't..” as he spoke, she placed the bags neatly on the ground, and then pulled her top down, she flashed the poor man then and there and as she placed herself back in her top, she stood there, watching him fumble for the keys and letting her in. “Thats better, thank you Sir!” Helena was happy, she almost chirped she was that happy, and as she shut the door in the Building Manager's face, and locked it all back up, her shoes came off by the door, and she got to work on the ramen, lots of vegetables to prepare and noodles to cook. When he got home, the first thing he would smell, is delicious chicken broth, and the thing he would see is her cooking for him.-

Pallas: -When he walked back into the house, he had that feeling like she was never going to come back. He had to go on with what his day usually will consist of, training and killing. When he walked back into his apartment, he goes into his back room where he has all his gear. He opens up a small laptop and it’s filled with job listings.-“What to pick? What to pick?”-Dom wasn’t really feeling up to doing something extravagant seeing as he just got turned down for the first time in his life after being turned on. He found a simple job that wouldn’t take too much of his time. Just a simple walk into building A, kill people in building A. But even with an easy job, he went in full gear. His Brotherhood Robe, the hidden blades with the Rope Dart and A.I. system attached, and his patented bow and arrow. Whether you believe it or not, that Bow and Arrow system is one of the most dangerous projectile weapons today. He decides that the best time to do this kind of job is at night and that is exactly when he chooses to do it. *FAST FORWARDS TO HIS RETURN HOME* After a few hours of killing and earning his paycheck, it was time for him to return home. As he is making his way back to his apartment, he shoots his rope dart at the railing of his apartment window. The rope pulls his body up and he gets inside of his apartment. He’d smell the fresh smell of ramen cooking but to be honest, he confused it with the neighbors cooking. He never put it through his mind that someone would actually go out of their way to come and do something nice for him. So when he returns home, he walks into the backroom to quickly tell the job contractor that the job had been completed and that the rest of the money is going to be sent to an off-shore account of his. No need for the feds to poke their nose in his money business. He stays out of their way, they stay out of his. That is the motto. His mind had been off all day as he had been thinking about Helena. His mind was constantly off the job and on her that he got shot on his right shoulder. He barely cared about that fact that he got shot, he was more upset that he allowed himself to get shot. He’s trained not to get shot. But when he was off in la-la land thinking about the night before…BOOM!..took a shell to the shoulder. Now he comes walking out of the backroom with his Assassins gear still on and he sees Helena back in the kitchen but cooking for him now. He says to himself-“I know I was shot…but I haven’t lost that much blood to be hallucinating.”-

DelieahHauler: -Helena had been humming to herself softly, her hands held the pan carefully as she flicked the vegetables, her wrist was all the work really, tumbling the vegetables into the large pot with the broth, she began to stir it up, she heard movement, but waited for him to notice her, as she finished plating up the ramen, added vegetables, and her own home-made broth, she just about jumped out of her skin yelping, her hands flew to her mouth as she looked at him in shock. “Your shot?!” she exclaimed, she paid no mind to what he was wearing, but he was shot! The last time she saw someone shot, it was in an alley, it was her friend, and she had died. “Y-y-y” stuttering, that was all she managed now, her hands grabbed the counter for a moment as the blood drained from her face. Illness set in her stomach, and hell, even with make up on, and looking as if she was going to hurl, there was still some kinda of beauty about her. Looking back up at him, the blood was all her eyes were drawn to and she walked over to him, forgetting her own aches to tend to his. “Sit down, I don't quite know what to do, but tell me and I can do it.” she spoke softly now, she suddenly looked how she felt, very out of place. But as she got closer, why was seeing this blood starting to turn her own, it was strange, and she tried to hide it, her hands grabbed his waist gently and she tried to push him towards the bath room.-

Pallas: -He was rather shocked to see Helena back here after what had happened this morning. But her attention seemed to be drawn to the bullet hole in his shoulder which…was a good thing. Explaining the shot in his arm is one thing, but having to explain all the robes and gear he has on, that’s a totally different story. He slowly begins to take the robes off of him, still being able to move his right arm. Even with a hole in his shoulder, his peak human abilities allow him to move about like he normally would. He had taken a shot in a non-lethal area and in the reality of it all, he wasn’t that hurt over it. As the robes came off, his upper body became visible again to her. Only this time instead of gleamingly beautiful muscles and sparkles, she sees a trail of drying blood on his body. But he smiles a bit and asks-“So what’s that you are cooking? Are you trying to get a date out of me? Haha.”-He had been a lot more relaxed now with her especially after last night. And the fact that he is just coming home from a job, his confidence level is through the roof. He waits for a reply to his question while he folds up the robes that now need to be washed. While he waits, he also gets some alcohol from the cupboard and begins to pour it on his wound to kill the forming bacteria and stop the bleeding.-

DelieahHauler: -Helena blinked, she took in the robes he was taking off, but since he didn't tell her what to do, she assumed she was just meant to act as if it wasn't there “Well.” she said carefully moving away, taking forks outs and planting them in the bowl. “We have your ramen noodles, I however, take care of my body much more than you do, even though you look much better than me.” she paused for a moment then went on. “I added fresh vegetables, and chicken, I made the chicken broth with the actual chicken, its really very nice.” as she picked up the bowls, she made her way to the lounge room, may as well be casual, she wasn't sure about the rules, but at least on a couch, they could cuddle and watch TV. “And for dessert, I made some pie, and whipped cream.” she had made the pie, she wasn't lying there, but it was thawing, it had been frozen in her freezer and thought now was the best time to use it. As she placed the bowls on the coffee table, she went back into the kitchen and placed the knifes and pans in the sink to be cleaned a little later. “We do need to talk though. But first how was work?” she didn't expect to get an elaborative answer, especially since she wouldn't give him one, she was honestly trying to make conversation with him. As she opened his fridge, she grabbed out the lovely Japanese Soda she so loved, and then opened many cupbaords before she found the glasses, as she bent over, he could see her ass wiggling from side to side as she fished the two glasses out. Even when she wasn't trying to be sexy she was. She stopped in front of him, holding the glasses and the bottle, her doe eyes watching him carefully. “Dinner's up.” if he took a look at her face, she still had very good skin, almost flawless, but there was no eyeshadow, not mascara, her lashes were thick, but not like they were the night before. Her eyes didn't stand out as much as they had last night either, she was rather plain looking tonight, she thought he could see her without a face full of cosmetics, since he had stated he liked her, this is what he would be getting really. “I took tonight off work, not much sense in going since I am a little out of commission, and I told my day job, I might be late in the morning.” she left out where she worked though, and just how she got the morning off.-

(We gotta finish XD)