EXTRACT FOR
An Accommodating Assassin
(Kurt Dysan)

Jason relaxed and followed the lithe black woman as she resumed the mission. When they reached the far side of the room, she looked to see they weren't being watched and then pulled aside a tapestry. Behind it was an opening that led to a narrow stone staircase. 



"There's no one to bother us the rest of the way," she said and led the way up the cool stone stairs. They were steep, and he followed his eyes level with the graceful lines of her buttocks and the flexing of her supple legs. 



Yes, this was a tasty one. Under other circumstances he would've stopped right there, reached up to wrap his fingers around one of her lovely brown ankles and hold her so that he could come up behind her and take her right there, plunging his cock into her warm cunt as they stood on those cold steps. Business came first, however.



They followed the stairway up many levels, finally coming to a small alcove much like the one at outside entrance. She pointed to an archway covered by a tapestry. "Her chambers." The slave girl moved aside the tapestries and revealed a plush room. "Milady," she said. "The man you wished to see has come."



"Very well, Arun," a voice answered as he entered. A woman stood and turned to face them. She'd been lying on a couch that faced the room, with its back to the hidden door. She let her eyes run over Jason's body and nodded appreciatively. "I was told that you had the look of an assassin, that I'd know you for one when I saw you."



"And it's often a disadvantage, Milady."



"I see you as more than that, however."



The woman wore a beautiful gown that emphasized her figure. She didn't have the lithe body of the slave girl, but certainly she had nice curves, and as she walked toward him an opening in the side of her gown gave a glimpse of pale soft thighs and strong legs. Jason did admire female flesh and he couldn't help imagine the delight of having those legs wrapped around his body.



She stepped up to him and touched his arm. She was a noble, and he knew she intended to examine him, her hireling, as she might a stable horse; he stood his ground. She ran a finger down from his shoulder, tracing the bulging muscles. "Yes, this might be difficult to conceal."



"Milady," he said. Her touch was gentle and arousing. He felt his cock began to stiffen. 



She went to a chair and sat. Arun came over by the chair, awaiting instructions. "Do you know why I sent for you, warrior?"



He laughed. "As I'm an assassin, I assumed it was to kill someone."



She nodded. "But not just anyone. The man in question is one of the King's two sons."



"I'd guessed it was someone important, Milady. If it were otherwise, you'd have turned to local thugs. Bringing me here was a dangerous complication. If anyone were to discover that you'd asked around for an assassin, I imagine it would go badly for you. The job had to be worth that risk."



"That doesn't bother you? You don't flinch at the risk involved in killing royalty?"



"It's what I do, your ladyship. My trade. And riskier jobs pay better."



She pointed to a table. When he looked he saw ten gold pieces. "Would those adequately cover the risk?"



"Quite likely that is sufficient, Milady, but it depends somewhat on the circumstances. There are many variables in such a task."



"The circumstances are quite simple. The King's youngest son is blackmailing me. And I want him killed."