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Warlord Gornan Brightwill.

On the outside, everything looked normal, more than normal in fact. He was a special breed of noble. He gave to the people of his lands about 60 percent of his business and war prophets and had been elected to sit as his nation’s representative at the Gaian High Council. He was so loved by both his people and his government that when he called for a televised announcement, it was assumed that he would announce that he would run for supreme chancellor of his country. It came as a shock however, when he stepped down from his position and turned himself in as a witness for the state in the trial that had become known as the Gardan/Kra-Zar Gangland trial. It seemed that he had been involved in the laundering of gold for Bart Gardan and Toki Kra-zar during the gear up for their gang war. Before the trial had begun, the two gangsters had threatened to release the name of their backers in this, which is what prompted this sudden retirement and aid to the authorities. Because of this grand show, the people came to love him more and the government had provided tight security for the Warlord.

That also meant that they didn’t look into his past too deeply. If they had, they would have connected him to the series of rapes & murders in the regions of that bordered his lands. The corpses of both women and men had been found violated and cut open at various point in the warlord’s career, but none suspected him because the bodies were found outside his lands and during times when the noble was away on business or on vacation. Someone had done their homework and had connected the dots. Brightwill was using his political power, charm, and flare for theatrics, and of course the reactions of the people to cover his vile deeds. The father of one of the teenaged girls had realized what was really going on one night after finding his daughter’s body washed down stream with the a piece of the family crest of Brightwill clutched in her hand and had searched for outside help to solve this situation. Enter one Jagger Cythe.

A privateer pirate captain who worked with his sister Recca Cythe and the man who raised him Kai Kross as adventurers and problem solvers, Jagger was often viewed as the muscle of the team, which suited him fine, because of his six foot six inch and very muscular, frame. Jagger wore his long red hair braided into a ponytail down to his knees. He was often easy to distinguish from the others because he liked to remain in a hybrid type state that exposed his lycan decent with his lion’s tail and covered him head to toe in golden brown fur. Jagger had yellow eyes that flashed orange at times due to his moods, but one rarely saw him in anything other than a energetic, cocky, confident, and chipper mood. He acted like he didn’t care for anything or anyone, but that was one of the cover’s that the team had crafted for them to work so well. During his time away from the team however, Jagger had made a name for himself under the alias Scias Hawkins.

And that is whom the young girl’s father had told his story to. It had been a month since Jagger was hired, searching around the city for ways to access Brightwill’s manor and gather information from those who knew the truth, but a few well placed inquiries and a good deal of palm greasing had done him well. He shadowed Brightwill and his entourage for the better part of two weeks after he had spent the two weeks prior gathering his information from his sources. The only time that he could scope up and imprison Brightwill would be when his motorcade mad their way to the city’s judicial building. The leonine warrior had chosen his time to strike not knowing that someone else had done so as well. Wrapping his ponytail around his body and putting on his helmet, Jagger kicked the stand of his BMW K 1200 and gunned the engine from 0 to 90 miles in seconds as he saw the signal from his surveillance devices as the motorcade made it’s exit from the grounds of Brightwill’s estate. Jagger was a good 20 minutes from the estate and caught up to the motorcade as it rounded the third corner in its slow passage through the city. Jagger slowed to match its pace two blocks separating them. Jagger’s plan was simple; follow the motorcade until they got to the courthouse and grab that bastard Brightwill as he got out of the limo. Once he evaded capture, Jagger planned to interrogate him until he cracked and admitted his all while Jagger Recorded it. Once that was done, he’d turn both the dishonorable noble and his recorded confession, along with documents that were thought destroyed by Brightwill and his aide de camps.

That is what Jagger had planned to happen if not for the moment that he pulled up to the edge of the courthouse to enact his plan when all hell really broke lose and fell apart. It seems that a young girl had made her way to the warlord to hug him and praise him, that he seemed to have suffered from a heart attack. That was what the crowd and those around the scene, or at least those who didn’t have the enhanced senses to see and hear what had really happened, saw.

Fortunately, being a lycan, Jagger saw events as they truly happened. The girl came up to the warlord and embraced him like others in the crowd had viewed. Then in a moment, a blink of an eye, the crimson-eyed child’s mouth opened and shoved a dagger into his heart and then seared the wound with a dark colored flame. All this happened in the blink of an eye because the girl was extremely fast. But it was the magic that Jagger recognized and regretted almost immediately. He groaned as he saw the black flame and instantly recognized the little girl for who she really was. Neshira Namea was an assassin who was more commonly whispered about as Twilight Namea. At five foot even, she could pass for a pre-teen girl to a girl in her mid teens. She had raven colored hair that fell to the ground when it was not braided in a similar style to Jagger’s own. Her face was almost doll-like and belied the truth of the years and skills behind the woman. Jagger didn’t know how old she was but he could say that Namea was older than Kai was.

As he watched the crowd in their mad dash to try and save a dead man, Namea made her way to an alleyway some distance off and the sound of an engine roaring to life could be heard. Jagger gunned his bikes engine and opened the throttle, heading after the diminutive woman. Were it not for his hearing and his sense of smell, Jagger would have lost Namea’s trail in a matter of minutes. As it was, he had a distinct sound of a custom Harley Davidson cycle and a scent of some type of mint to track and caught up to her in ten minutes time. Pulling up beside the small woman’s bike.

"What the hell was that?" Jagger yelled over the roar of both bikes. Namea didn’t even bother acknowledging the redhead, instead keeping her cold gaze on the rode ahead of her. Jagger was slowly getting annoyed with this. He and Namea didn’t get along at all, even though the assassin was a friend of his sister and she knew that ignoring him would push his buttons.

"How the hell did you even know what was going on here?" he shouted to her again, the irritation evident in his tone. This time, the corners of Namea’s lips quirked up in a mocking smile that he could see even through the helmet she wore. Her bike’s engine roared again seconds after she spoke.

"That pig was a rapist and a murderer," She shouted as she pulled away. "I gave him what he deserved."

Jagger’s teeth grind hard against each other as he raced to catch up to her. He was frustrated because she had mocked him, had cost him both the satisfaction of putting scum away and the money that he was getting paid for this job. Now she was toying with him, challenging him to a race to get his answers.

-Damn this woman.- Jagger cursed mentally, hoping that her bike would pop something or fall apart as she began weaving through traffic, trying to keep him guessing. There were a few close moments as he kept close to her despite the sudden changes that she would make, like cutting through two or three cars. He had almost cut it too close when she cut between a set of cars that was accelerating next to another.

Coming around a winding turn, Jagger caught up to Namea and made a grab for her arm. Her response this was to whip out a dagger, swinging at him to keep him at arms length from her, but he grabbed it by the blade and shattered it in his grip though it did cut deep into his hand. Regrouping, Jagger threw a few punches at her as they rounded another turn, all of which Namea blocked with just single, openhanded strikes. Jagger didn’t know this at the time but it if he could see her face, he would have seen that she was smiling and seemed to be enjoying this game thoroughly.

He did get in a punch that landed, but it was more of a groping action as he found his hand on her breast as he over extended himself and used her to regain his balance. Jagger couldn’t see he face she was making under her helmet, but Namea was getting off on the hand cupping her breast.

Jagger wasn’t having as much fun as she was, not realizing what was going on as he let her go. To get him off her trail, Namea slammed her Harley into his K 1200, forcing him into the path of an oncoming truck. Having seen the truck coming, Jagger swerved out of the way onto the opposite side of the road as he kept his eyes on Namea as they continued their game of cat and mouse. Though they both spent time as the cat and mouse, it was evident to both that Namea spent more time as the cat. As the trailer of the truck finally came to an end, Jagger gunned his way back to Namea’s side; a flame forming in his hand took the shape of a golden blade that he brought down toward her arms. The strike of his flame colored blade was intercepted and halted by a chain that formed from a shadowy flame, within the tiny woman’s grip. The chain had quickly wrapped around his sword and Namea tugged it toward her, expecting to loosen it from his grasp, but instead bringing him closer than she had wanted. Letting the sword fall to from his grasp and from existence, Jagger’s fist connected with her as he backhanded the woman in the stomach.

At this speed, Jagger felt his hand slip and fall in between Namea’s legs into her crotch. She was shocked at first but began to grind her clothed vagina against his hand. Jagger was shocked at first, but quickly removed his hand, a deep crimson blush coming to his face as he did so as he saw Namea drop back. He couldn’t tell but from looking at her, but Namea had enjoyed his hand being where it had been and was upset by the sudden departure of it. Neither had noticed that Jagger had pulled the cross from her belt, dangling from his wristband that it had snagged on as Jagger pulled his hand from her crotch embarrassed. Namea grunted and grimaced as Jagger tuned to watch her. He was so intent on the small woman as she tried to get away and defend herself from him that he didn’t see the up coming rock wall until she pointed it out to him. He looked straight ahead in time to jump off his bike and tumble to the roadside in time to watch his BMW K 1200 slam into the rocky surface hard and twist in places that it shouldn’t have as he watched Namea drive off into the distance, clearly the victor this time around.

Getting up and making his way to the twisted metal that was once his bike, Jagger thanked the gods that his cycle hadn’t blown up in the crash. Picking up the wrecked bike, Jagger watched the custom built Harley as it stopped on a hill and Namea looked back at him before revving the engine and continuing on her way home.

"She’s good-" Jagger said to himself with a grim smirk, before he began his long walk back into town, the weight of the wrecked cycle barely slowing him down.

Hours later, Jagger made his way into the seedy hotel room he had been staying in for the past month, exhaustion sweeping over him finally. He’d walked the 30 miles from the site where he’d wrecked his K 1200 S, which he’d carried all the way back to the hotel with him. Unfortunately, halfway through the his trip back, the gray sky had opened up and pelted him mercilessly with thick, oversized raindrops, as though the heavens were mocking him. He hadn’t cared when it started or when he placed his bike out in the alleyway next to the hotel. His mind had been on one thing and one thing only as he looked at the cross in his hand. The cross of belonged to a certain female, one Neshira Namea.

The assassin had filled his mind since the battle between the two of them after Brightwill’s murder, though the TV in the room, which had been attuned to the local news, attested that the death of the warlord was due to a heart attack. He wasn’t upset by the false information of the broadcast or the fact that a rapist and murderer masquerading as a man of the people had died, no.

Jagger tuned it out these thoughts and his focus returned to the tiny woman who had so masterfully pulled off the hit. There was something about Namea tat made her so damned desirable to him and it pissed him off, mostly because he couldn’t stand the woman. She had a sexual presence about her that seemed to make even those that disliked her to want her. After the fight and chase, Jagger could say that he still didn’t like her, but his respect for her and her skills had soared.

Getting up from the bed, the redhead made his way to the bathroom, striping down to his Egyptian linen wrap as he made his way to the shower. Jagger’s fur and tail shed suddenly from his muscular frame, revealing the human beneath, his dark honey toned skin glistened with layers and layers of sweat and rain, covered with the grime from his walk. He stepped into the shower and loosed his braid, his hair falling to the floor he water hit it and washed the dirt from it. In minutes, there was nothing in Jagger’s mind, all conscious thought fading as he stood naked under the water, his head bent and his hair falling down his back and sides of his head. The door to Jagger’s room opened slowly and silently while he was in the shower, the lock having been picked by a master. Namea entered, using her stealth skills to search the room with out alerting the redhead to her presence. She hissed and cursed under her breath not finding the cross that she had lost, or rather realized Jagger had taken from her during their struggle

"Looking for this?" Jagger’s voice questioned her from the bathroom door, her cross hanging from his wrist. His face held a sardonic grin, while the charm oozed from him, though Namea didn’t seem affected by it. He stood there looking down at her, the water from his shower glossy against his dark skin and dripping from his hair, making it as dark as blood as it fell to the floor in curling strings, his waist once again covered by a black linen wrap to hid the bulge of his manhood as he looked at this woman.

"Be thankful I didn’t kill you in the shower." Namea said as she tried to retrieve her beloved cross from him. He simply held his arm up out of her reach and watched her warily. "I only spared you because you are Recca’s brother." "Oh really?" The merc’s tone was snide and he let the irritation creep back into his voice as he stared her down. "So I should thank the tiny bitch who killed my target, cost me money for a job and now to fix my bike?"

"I would expect that you would want to live, considering that all I had to kill was Brightwill and not his bodyguards." She said this in a vice devoid of emotion, but there was a threat evident in what she left unsaid. "Now give me my cross back."

Jagger stared at her for a minute, unable to grasp what the tiny killer was saying at first. He began to chuckle, which soon turned into a roar of laughter. As he laughed tears soon clouded Jagger’s eyes, until he regained control of himself.

"Oh- Poor little Namea," Jagger muttered once he found his voice again. "I was hired to arrest that shit not protect him. You took my mark."

Namea’s face was void of expression, but her cheeks reddened as the embarrassment of her mistake, though Jagger sensed another reason for it as well. He lowered his hand with the cross on it to her, giving it back to her finally. She accepted and replaced it on her belt as he watched.

She felt his eyes still on her and sighed. "What?"

His hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her to him. There were only inches that separated their lips and before long, Jagger was kissing her roughly. Namea gave no objections, and wrapped her arms around him while his hands worked her out of her gear until she was in her bra and panties. They kissed again, their motions fast and furious as they planted kiss after kiss on one another. Jagger moved his hands to cup her ass and was soon supporting her that way as she locked her legs behind his back.

They were soon making their way to the cheap bed and continued their frantic movements as Jagger laid back and Namea was soon kissing her way down his neck, nibbling at sensitive areas where there were obvious scars from his accident earlier. Jagger moaned as she moved down his chest and stomach, stopping to lick at hi navel playfully. He groaned with pleasure as she teased the edges of his linen wrap, her hand stroking the obvious bulge of his manhood while she bit the band of his undergarments. She began to untie the wrap as Jagger watched her. Soon he was completely naked and she had his cock in her hands, one playing with his balls as the second stroking along his hardened member.

Namea saw the ache and desire in his eyes as she looked at him, and knew that he wanted to feel her lips on him. She teased him by licking his balls and sucking on them one at a time before licking along his shaft. Jagger’s moans of pleasure pleased her and she took the head of his rod into her pretty and pouting lips. Her tongue poked from her lips and tickled the hole at the tip of his cock and soon made its way up and down the shaft as she sucked him into her mouth until his head was deep in her throat. The merc reached out and stroked his hands through her hair and pushing her head up and down on him. It didn’t take long before her stroking and sucking on his hard cock had him exploding into her waiting mouth. She crawled up his body after cleaning his shaft of juices and kissed him before sitting up.

Before she could get away however, one of Jagger’s hands was cupping her panty-covered crotch, sliding them aside so his fingers could snake into her wet slit. She resisted at first, but her body would not allow her to leave as his fingers pumped in and out of her quickly. Soon, she was grinding her hips against his thrusting finger, as his other hand rubbed, massaged, and pinched at her breast as his lips were pressed against her neck, gnawing on her seductively. Jagger continued this while Namea took his cock in hand to stroke it to hardness again. Soon Jagger’s attentions were rewarded with Namea’s moaning and quivering as her orgasm hit her like a wave and her juices gushed all over his fingers. Namea fell to the bed, her body shaking as she recovered from her climax. Jagger reached to her waist and slid her panties down and he mounted her, his rod entering her slick sex in one motion. Soon the two were grinding against one another, Jagger’s shaft buried deep in her slit. Their hips bucked as Namea arched her back and Jagger reached under her, pulling her up so that she was bouncing up and down in his lap, her cunt gripping his member hard. Their moans filled the room as she was soon grinding on him and he sucked her breast, teasing her nipple all the while. The redhead's shaft was like a piston, moving into her with fury, his lips curled into a snarl. Namea cried out in pleasure matching him thrust for thrust until she felt her climax building within her once more. As the muscles of her sex tightened around him, Jagger thrust into her and was soon releasing his seed within her. This last thrust was too much even for Namea to endure and her climax soon followed. They collapsed onto the bed once again, Jagger on top of Namea, both of them breathing hard. There was silence between them until Jagger realized what had just happened.

"I’m sorry-,"his voice was sincere instead of sarcastic or unfeeling. "I shouldn’t have cum inside of you without asking about it."

Namea reached up and caressed his cheek, planting a kiss there as she chuckled. "Don’t you worry your pretty red head about it Jagger. I’m barren and there’s very little chance of anything coming from you cumming in me."

Jagger smirked, then wiped his forehead as he hugged her to nearer to him, kissing her on her forehead sweetly. They wouldn’t admit it to anyone else if asked, but they had produced something special that night and had thoroughly enjoyed it as they were in each other’s arms and sleep drew over them.