Her skin was the colour of honey, and in the heat of summer sheened with sweat as she stood in the clearing with two others. At five foot 7 Recca was more than a hand taller than the other woman who stood with her, yet somehow, she seemed to be a child when compared to Neshira Namea, at least in her own eyes. Her short blonde hair was as usual brushed over one eye, and the other stared at the floor, a stormy blue grey today, though usually her eyes couldn’t decide if they wanted to be green, blue, or grey. I’m to work…with her? She asked quietly of the man who stood with them, his dark cloak obscuring his entire form even from the keen eyes of the two lycan women.

“At least I know my partner is up to snuff. This will be fun, having someone who is at least as skilled as I am to work with. Namea said simply, beaming up at Recca. The smaller assassin’s five foot nothing frame was sheathed in the shadowy garb of their profession with her knee length braid pulled over one shoulder and her long lashed crimson eyes shining.

At those words Recca’s heart threatened to burst from her chest, she was counted just as skilled as Neshira Namea, the woman who was once known as the assassin Twilight? All her career as a killer she’d idolized Neshira for who she had been, an assassin, but a noble one who never harmed the innocent, but was said to be colder then the ice Recca controlled with magic. The Namea she’d met was much different than the one she’d envisioned, warm, caring, even downright goofy at times, yet when she was at work, all the stories were true and the intensity with which she toiled in the profession of the killer for hire was unmatched.

The man nodded and Namea shrugged, heading towards a motorcycle parked in the clearing alongside another. As her body stretched to mount the bike, Recca nearly stared. Pert breasts strained against her garments and toned thighs straddled the motorcycle, sending a shiver down Recca’s spine, and a familiar tingle in the forbidden heat of her sex. One of the bikes belonged to Recca, and she has assumed the other was the man’s, but obviously she was wrong.

“Well, let’s go. Namea began. We’ll ride together, no use wasting your gas.

Finally over her awe, Recca followed and mounted behind Namea, wrapping her arms tightly around the smaller woman’s waist and taking the helmet offered to her. Let’s just hope you drive as well as you fight. She chuckled, feeling a bit more comfortable now as she joked through the intercom between the helmets.

“Hold on tight girlie, I don’t obey the speed limits. Was Namea’s only answer as the engine purred, then roared to life beneath her and she lifted the front wheels a few feet off the ground before taking off through the forest path at speeds well above 90 already. As they rode the scent of Namea intoxicated Recca, and she realized that the woman was as hungry for touch as she was. Without knowing how it would be received she slid her hands from the tiny assassin’s waist, one lightly cupping a small breast and the other sliding between her thighs. A heat resided there, to match Recca’s own and she stroked over the thick material of Namea’s pants, please to hear a small moan from the woman as she did so. Soon enough they arrived a few miles from the large house of a noble known for his fetish for little girls and Recca was forced to stop. Killing the engine Namea dismounted and stowed the helmets with just a small blush as the women made their way silently towards the house, reaching it just as the sun was setting.

{Alright, we get in, get out, and make this one clean so we can go home. Namea toned in Recca’s mind, and the other woman nodded in agreement. Soon they saw the first wave of guards approaching, on their usual round of duty. Of course they had not seen the assassin’s crouching silently in the shadows. As a testament to their skill, Namea and Recca were not noticed until four of those guards were dead, but the rest then turned and tried to attack. Armed with guns they were little match for the two deadly women’s flashing blades and after the quiet, deadly fight, they lay dead in a growing pool of blood.

Once inside they split up, Namea heading left, and Recca going right. The smell of pain and fear alerted Namea, and angered her, anger was not constructive to an assassin, and she knew this, so when a group of five guards rounded the corner, she struck. Her blade flashed as it sank into the neck of one man, her short dagger doing more work than a sword would in most hands as she turned like a flash and gutted the next man behind her. Another dagger whipped out, thrown with deadly accuracy to bury itself to the hilt in the eye of the third man just as she was slitting the throat of the fourth. This left one more, and she wasted no time as she promptly killed him as well, licking her lips and smiling when it was through. As she mounted the steps a woman cowered before her, begging her not to kill The poor girls Namea gave her a smile, a gentle one, and suddenly, she had a plan.

Meanwhile, Recca was facing her own obstacles in the form of 7 irate guards who had woken up to find her killing one of their fellows, the fourth, that she’d offed in that room already. They quickly got their bearings and tried to attack, but even alert these men would have been no match for Recca, and sleep fogged they were easy. Knives flashed in the darkness and they went down one by one, throats torn, bellies gutted, and over all mutilated by her feline grace. When she was done, she smiled and kept walking, reaching the room she’d been scenting for the entire time. The blood of many innocents had been spilled in this room and it almost made her gag, anger clouding her vision as she burst in, advancing upon the cowering noble and finally stabbing him over and over with her knife, his cries soon becoming a gurgle, then nothing, yet still she stabbed the corpse until a tiny hand rested on her own and a voice murmured in her ear, breath warm against her neck before the sensation of lips joined it.

“It’s done Namea hissed quietly, taking the knife from the taller assassin. let’s go home Her hand slid between Recca’s legs of it’s own accord, stroking slowly and the taller woman became calm, moaning before Namea took her hand away at approaching footsteps.

Several small figured appeared in the doorway as they turned, all in the company of a smiling plump old maid. The little girls smiled and waved at the assassin’s and Namea smiled back. Soon enough, Recca’s own face was gentler and the two left the building.

“You did well. Namea commented.

“I. Recca beamed, and blushed just slightly, she had always known she was a great assassin, but the compliment was still appreciated.

“And you still remind me of myself, when I was younger. The ancient woman said, turning her youthful face upon Recca. As they mounted the bike, Recca once more slid her arms around Namea, but was surprised when the tiny woman took one hand in her own and slid it down to press against her hot groin, holding it there for a moment before taking off on the bike. Recca stroked happily, feeling herself become wet at the sensation.

They reached the bloodlust quickly and Namea led her upstairs to room 9, shutting the door behind them as her hands on Recca’s shoulders forced the taller woman against the wall, their lips meeting in a deep sensual kiss. The smaller woman’s tongue snaked into Recca’s mouth as she wasted no time in removing the tall woman’s shirt and sports bra, her hand tracing along the nipple of one c sized breast. Small fingers pinched at it, then rolled and teased it to hardness before working on the other and Namea slowly leaned down to suck on it, her tongue making slow circles in her mouth.

Moaning Recca slid her hand slowly down, stroking over Namea’s pants before trying to remove the older woman’s shirt, and finding it much to complicated until Namea reached behind herself and helped, sliding it off. Once free of the confines of stiff leather her breast were larger than they seemed, though still proportionate to her body, but at least a B cup. Recca slowly teased her nipple, stroking her breast as her other hand tried to unlace Namea’s pants, finding the same problems she had found with the shirt, yet again, the small woman assisted and pulled her pants off so that Recca could slowly stroke over black panties, moaning when she felt a steadily spreading dampness. Namea’s hand slid down, and feeling the wetness having seeped through even Recca’s pants she slid them away, kissing down the other woman’s body and sucking on the soaked panties, marveling at Recca’s sweet juices.

The tall woman gasped and moaned quietly, encouraging Namea as she slid the panties off and slowly nibbled on her lower lips, her fingers sliding up and over the entrance of Recca’s slit surprised to find it much tighter than expected. Pleased at this new development she focused on sucking the woman’s swollen clit before she finally let her tongue penetrate her, stroking inside slowly then thrusting faster and deeper, spurred by the loud moans of the other woman. Recca felt the climax coming and luckily, so did Namea, getting her face out of the way just in time as juices flooded the other woman.

Gladly Namea licked and sucked at them, drinking them down as Recca rested her leg over the woman’s shoulder, moaning as she leaned against the wall before Namea moved up and kissed her, the juices of Recca’s orgasm still in her mouth. Kissing back the taller woman let herself be led to the bed and pushed down upon it, but as Namea tried to straddle her she pulled the woman next to her, mounting her and sliding her fingers in and out of Namea quickly and deeply, the wetness spurring her on as she lightly bit into her neck, then moved down to suck her breasts as Namea came on her fingers, the hot sticky liquid driving her wild with its taunting scent. Her mouth moved down the tiny woman and she licked up the sweet fluids, sucking and swallowing them down before moving back up only to be dominated by the tiny assassin.

Once on top Namea slid her hand down, two fingers finding their way into the tightness of Recca and moving gently until she loosened up before beginning to pump into her hard and fast, adding another finger as she stroked her gspot . Recca moaned quietly and suddenly a hotness slicked over Namea’s hand, flooding into the lips of the honey coloured woman as the smaller one slowly moved down and licked it out, sucking slowly then tonguing her to yet another climax, this one easily met by Namea’s questing mouth as she swallowed it as well, licking and eating Recca until she was dry and clean.

Next namea’s fingers stroked over Recca’s clit, making her wet again before pulling something from the drawer by her bedside, a black dildo, obviously meant for two with it’s double heads, one of which she inserted into the tall woman, moving it slowly as it stretched her and pleasuring her until she was moaning steadily. Only then did she place the other end in herself and begin to thrust harder, forcing it into both of them deeply.

The head hit Reccas cervix and she cried out in pleasure as she met Namea’s thrusts, forcing it deeply into both of them until she was trembling with the need to orgasm once more and felt Namea doing the same.

Namea pulled the toy from them and intertwined her legs with Recca’s, her clit slowly rubbing along the other woman’s and creating a friction as they slid their fingers into eachother slowly, moaning until the climax reached them simulntaniously and juices flooded onto the bedspread from them. Unable to get enough of Recca Namea moved them into a 69, on top of the taller woman as she licked and sucked her way into Recca’s pussy, drinking her juices and fingering her all at once as Recca slowly tongued Namea’s wetness until both were clean from the oral attention.

Namea smiled as Recca slid up to lay her head on the tiny woman’s chest, panting and satisfied. You’d better be prepared for the longest and most amazing night of your life. She murmured, her fingers steadily moving in and out of Recca as her hand cupped one honey coloured breast. As if to emphasize her point, Recca came again then and there, the hotness slicking her hand and pooling in the covers as Namea straddled her again. Both knew that this night would be more work than ever they’d had, and both wanted it that way. As moans filled the air, and the scent of womanly pleasure excited them both, they writhed long into the night, in a wet dream made real that they would never forget.

The morning dawned and Namea woke, smiling as she felt her fingers buried in Recca again, and saw the woman moving against them in her sleep, moaning quietly. Perhaps more than the night was what they needed, after all, no one could pleasure a woman like another woman.