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"So she escaped." Kate said, as she took notes. "Anything notable?"

"She succeeded in shooting a person a kilometer and half away... without her scope."

"That's impressive. So you believe she's another gifted?"

"...Yeah."

"...Duchess Oxton?"

"Yeah?"

"You seem... flushed. Are you wounded?"

Lena started to say something, and swallowed.

"...No. I'm not wounded."

Physically, she added in her head. Kate frowned, then decided not to say anything.

After giving Kate as much info as she could, Lena left the police, her mind clustered.

It was like a melody that kept on coming back. Every time her thoughts wondered away, a vivid flash would come.

Of their lips meeting.

She remembered how sweet it was, how it sent sparks down her spine. She would remember her scent, her touch, her body, and each time she did, a shiver, so hot it was almost cold, would shake her from inside, spreading in her body, circling her, and gathering in her lower abdomen.

And Lena was abhorred.

She had seen Widowmaker kill, no, more than that, she had felt it; the death that clung to her.

And she was being aroused.

Lena returned home, shivering in the coach the entire time, and when she got back she headed straight to her room, barely saying a word to Emily.

She knew what she wanted.

She also knew what she loathed.

She paced her room, wanting it, loathing it at the same time.

Her body felt so hot. Burning.

No, Lena thought. It was one thing to be tempted; it was another to give in.

She fell on her bed. But it was long time before she fell asleep.

x

It was the scent that woke her up. Sweet as honey, fragrant as flower.

Lena saw Widowmaker over her, and first thought it as a dream, and still was still thinking that when she kissed her one more time.

In dreamy state of mind Lena almost made to respond back, then realized that this was too vivid to be a dream. Startled, she made to push Widowmaker back, but her arms flailed weak against her.

"You have no need to be alarmed. I come without weapons."

Widowmaker was dressed in thin clothing, and through it Lena could feel her skin pressing against hers.

"What do you want." Lena hissed, even as blood gathered on her skin and turned her red, and Widowmaker smiled.

A little taunting, a little provoking, and mostly amused. Lena would come to associate that smile with her being.

"You."

Widowmaker said, before claiming Lena's lips again. This time she did not stop at just lips; Widowmaker's tongue slid out, and made to enter Lena's mouth when Lena tried to bite, forcing her to withdraw.

Lena had too much things she wished to speak, and only one word came out.

"Murderer." Lena said, and glared.

"Indeed I am. And so are you."

Widowmaker smiled her smile again, before kissing Lena on her neck, sending violent shivers down her body. Lena tried to resist, but each time Widowmaker's lips were on her skin, it was as if she was sucking out her strength.

Widowmaker bit Lena on her neck, and the touch of her teeth made Lena groan.

"You're too cute for your own good." Widowmaker said, making Lena turn red in shame.

"Shut... up." She said, but her breath was getting ragged.

Widowmaker's lips carried themselves down from her neck to bellow, licking and biting every inch in between, and each one made her body hot. So unbearably hot.

Widowmaker reached her collarbones, her upper breasts... then she ripped open the thin fabric of Lena's nightdress, and exposed her small breasts to the air.

"You're hard," Widowmaker whispered before gently taking Lena's nipple into her mouth.

"S... Stop..." Lena managed to speak, her voice faint, but Widowmaker flicked her tongue over her nipple, and Lena's back arched as uncontrollable pleasure swept over.

Widowmaker toyed both Lena's nipples for a long time, biting, licking, and sucking one, fondling, scratching, and pinching the other, until Lena felt like the heat inside her would burn her alive if not released.

Widowmaker made it down again, living marks down her sides and abdomen, until she reached where her clothing covered her once more.

"Tell me you want it." Widowmaker said, and Lena no longer had the ability to speak, only gasp, groan, and nod, the insides of her head, violated by the heat, Widowmaker's presence, burned and branded, to inside of her heart and body.

Widowmaker tore open the thin fabric, and stopped for a moment.

"Tell me."

Widowmaker said, and Lena barely whispered, hazed and fogged,

"I... want it."

Widowmaker smiled. Lena saw how she smiled, how she was so beautiful, taking moonlight behind her.

Then Widowmaker kissed the most precious flower on Lena's body, and Lena convulged. Pleasure shot through like white-hot steel, coursing through her nerves and setting her on fire.

What was this. She had never known anything like this. Lena could only gasp, as pleasure threatened to overturn what all she had known.

Lena felt something coming. It was already close, coming closer by every moment. She writhed under Widowmaker's arms and was held tight, and Widowmaker's skin felt deliciously cool.

And then she felt Widowmaker's fingers search, then slide.

Then penetrate.

Pain came, decorating pleasure like icing on a cake. She felt surprise from Widowmaker, and felt a trickle of blood flow from her. Then Widowmaker saw that Lena was watching, and lapped off her virgin blood from her fingers, making Lena shiver at the sight.

Widowmaker gave her a little time to rest, while still pleasuring her, then entered her vagina again. Sensations Lena had never known spread through her body, and the existence of foreign object inside her was simultaneously unnerving and instinctively accepted.

Widowmaker traced the inside of Lena's body with her fingers, as if carving herself inside, and began to move them, slowly at first, then gaining speed. Lena let out a garbled scream, as she felt almost terror at the unknown thing that was coming.

"Shh... don't be afraid." Widowmaker said, as she kissed Lena in the inside of her thigh. "Leave everything to me. Let me take you."

Then Widowmaker took Lena's clitoris with her mouth, and it came.

Pleasure. Great enough to be violent.

And as she was swallowed up in the wave, Lena mouthed the words.

What's your name.

"Amelie. Amelie Lacroix."

She whispered, as she gave Lena what she had never known.

And it was the name Lena screamed, as waves after waves of pleasure crashed down on her being.

It was a long time before Lena came down from the waves, and still she was flinching at the remnants of pleasure, when Widowmaker─Amelie─stood up on her knees, and pulled herself over Lena.

"Please me." Amelie said, smiling her arrogant smile, and looking down at Lena from above.

Right in front of Lena was Amelie's secret parts. Lena had never seen another woman's vagina like this, and the sight mesmerized her.

It was beautiful. The pink flesh, the gentle curves of labia, all of them was so beautiful to her. She saw that it was glistening with moisture, knew that Amelie was aroused as well, and was glad. So much that she kissed it without any cohesive thought.

Amelie let out a shuddering sigh as pleasure ran through her body, and placed her hands on Lena's head, guiding her at the same time as grinding herself to Lena's mouth.

Lena had never known what she was supposed to do, except what she had just been done, and she tried to please Amelie the same way she pleased her, licking and sucking her parts the same way Amelie had done, and each time she heard Amelie let out a startled moan, or a rough sigh, her heart throbbed as gladness spread through her veins, sending a different kind of pleasure than what she had just experienced.

"Yes... yes... just like that... cherie... my cherie..."

Amelie gasped, and arched her back. Lena looked up in fascination as Amelie's body convulsed, wondering if she had been the same.

"...Good girl." Amelie said as she patted Lena's head, and it sent tingles down Lena's spine, both the words and the contact, and with it, her tense muscles suddenly relaxed, and drowsiness swept over her.

Amelie slid down beside Lena in bed, and guided Lena's head to her breast.

"Shh... don't speak, don't think... just go to sleep, my cherie."

And with the feeling of Amelie's soft breasts in her face, that was just what Lena did, wrapped in Amelie's arms.

x

"...Ugh."

It was morning again, and Lena hated mornings. She woke up alone, as she always did, and got out of her nightdress. Her tired brain barely registered the fact that it was ripped.

She got into her clothes, rubbed her face, and made it downstairs.

"Emily? What─"

Then Lena saw the breakfast table, and who was sitting there.

"Good morning, Duchess Oxton." said Amelie, seated at the breakfast table and sipping coffee.

"Wh... wh..." Lena stuttered, her mouth opening and closing.

"What is it? It's me, Amelie Lacroix, your guest. Come, let us eat, I've been waiting for you."

"Lady Lena." Emiliy said, looking troubled, "She is your guest... right?"

The word no came up to her throat, but then she saw Amelie close her eyes, and make a cutting gesture.

"...Yes." Lena said. "She is. Sorry for not telling you she was coming."

She didn't know what Amelie had up her sleeves. Better follow her right now.

And they had breakfast. Just that. Nothing unusual. No one would have thought Amelie was anything more than a pleasant foreign guest.

"Shall we go to your study?" Amelie said when they finished eating.

"What do you want!" Lena slammed Amelie against the wall the moment the door was shut, but Amelie only looked down and smiled.

"I've told you last night. You."

At her words, what had happened last night came back to Lena in a vivid flash. Lena turned red.

"I want all you have. Your properties, your heritage, your body, your heart, and if it exists, your soul."

Amelie whispered down, and Lena glared back, even as her spine tingled with unknown sensations.

"You'll never have them."

"Oh I will. In fact, you'll give them to me."

Amelie reached out with her hand, which Lena slapped away. Amelie didn't show anger at the action, her amused smile still on her face.

It irked Lena. Very much.

"On a closer note, you'll be accommodating me while I stay in London."

"...What?"

"I'll be living here for a while."

"I understood what you said! Why should I do that for a murderer!"

Lena lashed out, and Amelie put up two fingers.

"First, because you want to keep your eyes on me, instead of letting me roam wherever in this world. Second, because you don't want me to tell that maid of yours both who I am and what we did last night."

Lena opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again, and closed it again.

Amelie's smile turned honey sweet.

"Thank you very much, Duchess Oxton."