The Assassins: Part Two (special preview)

The weeks leading up to the hunt for the necromancer came when Demi was dealing with a bout of sleeplessness. But he had been dealing with a level of exhaustion for ages now, mainly with his work as an assassin. He had been wanting to quit, but that meant putting his life in danger, as well as the life of his partner, Dio. Not that Dio would be killed, but just that Dio was a bit unhinged and would eventually meet the consequences of it.

Coming to the village, Demi had felt a tension arise in him. Something felt off about the place, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Even when Dio’s soft, sweet mouth was wrapped around his cock, he kept getting a strange premonition that something was about to happen. Though he couldn’t tell if it was a bad thing.

“Focus now! You’re only half hard as it is.” Dio fussed at him. “I should be the only thing on your mind right now.” Dio had been trained all her life for this sort of thing, but most of her work had taken place in her family’s brothel.  After a massacre there, which took most of Dio’s family as well as her horns, she joined with Demi and his guild and they two had been partners ever since.

“Sorry,” Demi moaned. “I’m a bit nervous today.”

Dio slurped and pulled back. “Chin up, this is going to be easy. That necromancer is a skinny weakling compared to us.” She kissed Demi’s sack then took back to the shaft. She left kisses down the side, gently circling the hood with her fingertips. “He won’t stand a chance.” She gobbled him up, taking him to her throat.

Demi leaned his head back, moaning then quickly quieting himself. He reached down, grabbing Dio’s hood when he wished he could grab her hair. He felt the deep twitching inside him, the flexing of his core. Dio drank him down happily, tugging her mask back over her face as soon as he was spent.

“There now, better?” She asked.

“Yeah, thank you.” He pulled his pants back up, relying on the tree to support him.

“If we had the time I would have mounted you.” Dio put her gloves back on and turned to Demi. “but daylight will fade soon and we need to be alert.”

“I know.” Demi watched Dio, wishing he had the energy she did.

That evening, once all the lights went out, they stalked into the village to apprehend their mark. The necromancer was a highly sought prize, and the bount on his head would have them set for a while. Perhaps even give them a chance to rest before the next mission.

Demi was left to guard outside the house while Dio went in to apprehend the necromancer. But just as he was getting settled at his post he realized he wasn’t alone. Standing in the shadows next to him was a woman. He turned slightly, seeing her cat eyes glowing in the dim light.

“Come with me, or your friend is dead,” she hissed.

The hair on the back of his neck bristled. “What’s going on?”

The woman placed a blade close to his side. “This is my home you’re messing with. Deal with me, or the others.”

Demi dropped his weapon. “I’m not willing for either. I’d rather not fight right now anyways.”

“Strange reaction.” The woman grabbed his hands and he saw she was covered in orange fur. A tabaxi by the looks of it. She bound his hands behind his back then pushed him. “Walk ahead.

Demi did as he was told. He knew his premonition wasn’t wrong, now all he had to do was wait it out. As long as Dio was going to be alright, then he would follow whatever orders were given to him.

The tabaxi took him into a house where there was a fire going. She had him sit down in a chair and she tied him up. “Wait here. It won’t be long.”

“What about my friend?” He asked.

“You’ll know soon enough.” the tabaxi walked away, going somewhere else inside the house.

Demi sighed and leaned his head back. “Could be worse,” he assured himself.

The door opened again and in walked the necromancer he and Dio had been after. He stood there, a scowl upon his face as he looked at Demi. He walked across the room, standing before Demi bound in his chair.

“Funny,” Demi murmured. “Your description we were given was not flattering. You’re much more handsome than I expected.”

The necromancer’s brow pinched. “How did you find me?”