ASSASSINATION TARGET

Garen blocked some of her throwing knives with his sword. The red haired assassin kicked him from above, but he was capable of parrying her attack and sent her flying backwards with a punch. She fell on the ground, but quickly got back on her feet after spinning. She swirled her blades and licked her lips. She threw more knives, which Garen easily blocked, but before he could react she ran up to him and sliced him twice with her swords. She jumped away before he could strike again.

The seductive woman licked his blood off her swords, looking at him straight to the eyes. She was good. She was damn good. This wasn't the first time he clashed with Katarina du Couteau. They were enemies, opposing sides in the war between Demacia and Noxus. She was a killer for hire, and he was Demacia's champion. And yet, despite their wildly different fight styles and their difference in armor and speed, neither of them had managed to kill the other one. He wasn't completely sure if she was trying her hardest. "Hell, I don't even know if I am"

There was something different about her compared to other assassins of Noxus, others which hadn't had her same luck. It wasn't just her obvious advantage in skill. Garen was a tank. When other, less capable killers had gone for him they had exhausted themselves against his massive sword or his impenetrable armor, giving him just enough space to attack. Katarina was a dancer. She moved graciously, knowing perfectly what she was doing. If she missed with her knives, it was to give another one a chance. She didn't tire herself uselessly. But, that wasn't the only difference. There was something playful about her. She smiled throughout. And he was sure she liked to show herself off.

"Come on, Garen. I know you like what you see, but this isn't nearly as fun if you don't give me your all"

"I will give you my all, all right. I mean… I will pound the hell out of… I'll beat you" Why did he just sound like an idiot?

She laughed and attacked once more. Another throwing knife, which he casually dodged, but the second one required him to use his gauntlet. His view was obscured just for a second, but that was all Katarina needed to jump at him, wrapping her legs around his head. For the second it lasted, Garen didn't move out of confusion. Why… just why? Of course, he wasn't going to complain. And his question was answered immediately anyways, when she made her whole body spin and threw him around, crashing hard against the ground.

She laughed, but then he tackled her, catching her by surprise and throwing her to the ground. He tried to punch her, but she dodged it and kicked him in the face. When he stood up again, he noted something off about his armor. He was about to inspect it, when suddenly it felt apart. His shoulders, his gauntlets, the breastplate, they all fell to the ground. He looked at Katarina, in surprise, and she made one of her throwing knives spin in her fingers, and gave him a cocky smile. He took off his undershirt, leaving his bruised torso exposed.

"Do you really want me to strip you off, too?" he said

"I think you want that, Garen"

"Well, yes"

There was an awkward silence. She was looking at him playfully, at first, until she realized he was dead serious. Blushing like a five year old, but dead serious otherwise.

"Well, why don't you come and get it, then?"

He charged, brandishing his massive sword, and attacked. She dodged it by ducking, and when she was getting up she sliced him again with one of her swords. But, rather than striking him with her other sword, she licked his stomach. She then kicked his face, but he had been expecting it this time, so he grabbed her leg with his free arm and slammed her against the ground, before jumping on her. She tried to get away, but he locked her in between her arms. The two struggled for a moment.

"Do you carry a throwing knife too, or are you just happy to kill me?"

He became redder than her hair, and she kissed him. It was brief, but it was enough for him to lose all his strength. She kicked him in the chest and got away from his grip. She made her knives dance in her hands again.

"Maybe I should take off your pants, too. Just to be sure"

"I see nothing wrong with that. Do I get to take yours off, too?"

She laughed, just like he expected, so he bull rushed her. He fell on top, and this time, it was him who kissed her. She looked genuinely surprised. Garen thought he had been completely predictable. For a second, she didn't try to move away. Her body merely caressed his, her mouth kissed him back. But then she reacted, she spun around and got on top of him. She attacked with her swords, straight for his neck, but he blocked them both with his sword. His free hand reached up and grabbed her jacket. He attempted to take it off, but she jumped away, once again. She smirked at him. He had managed to slide some of it off her shoulder, but she put it back.

He charged again, and she tried to dodge, but he was quick, and punched her. Just a couple of back flips and she managed to dodge his slash by no more than a couple of inches. Still, she was left vulnerable again, and he used his chance to hit her again. He tried to stab her with his monster of a sword, but she simply stepped to a side, crouching, and used one of her swords on his pants. She didn't even wound him, it was a perfect cut, simply causing his pants to fall to the ground. He was beginning to move his sword to attack her, but she placed one of her knives against his now exposed member. He stopped moving completely after he felt her cold steel. She smiled up.

"I got you by the balls"

"Almost literally" she couldn't help but giggle.

"Not so mighty now, huh?"

"Please don't cut anything"

"Why? Do you use it that often?" she said, as she began kissing it, slowly. It made it grow, which in turn made the knife's blade to press against it. It was so sharp. Garen was both aroused and terrified.

"I… are you really asking me that?"

She laughed a bit, but her mouth was pressed so tightly against his growing shaft it didn't make any noise. She began sucking it. She used her knife to press it against his body. The hand that didn't hold the sword couldn't help but getting close to her hair, but she immediately grabbed another knife and put it right under his balls. It was now two sharp pieces of steel against his most vulnerable body part. Things weren't looking good.

"No touching. I wouldn't want to sever your gorgeous manhood off its man" she said, and she began sucking again, pressing her knives even tighter. It was a miracle he wasn't bleeding.

Part of it could easily be due to half his blood being on his face. She had called his manhood gorgeous, after all. And she was sucking it. Things were looking better. The lower knife went up, and her mouth took its place in his testicles. If there was any hair there, she had definitely just shaved it, which almost made him jump out. He only stood in his place because of her knives.

Her mouth went back up and swallowed most of his shaft, but after taking it out again she wasted no time in threatening him again, only sucking the top part of it. Anyone with less mastery over knives would have surely made something terrible, something infinitely painful, but Katarina controlled those knives with more skill and nuance than some people did with parts of their bodies. Garen still didn't feel safe, of course, but he was aware any wound would come from him doing anything unexpected… or when she got tired.

It was hard to merely stand and enjoy the show. And it was a very enjoyable show. Katarina was pretty messy, she salivated a lot. That made him worry if it could make her blades slip in the most unfortunate manner, but they never did. She went up and down, looking at him teasingly with those big green eyes of hers. He almost used his hand to move the bangs that covered her face, but he hadn't forgotten her threat.

She smiled, and took her knives away. Garen saw his chance. Just as she was beginning to stand up, he tackled her to the ground. He landed behind her. More precisely, behind her perfect bottom, covered in extremely tight leather pants. He hadn't forgotten his words. He dropped his sword and both of his hands went to her pants, grabbing them and sliding them down as much as he could before that damn mess of spikes and knives made it impossible, about halfway down her legs. But it was still enough for him to bury his face in there, and his mouth in her sex.

Katarina gave a small yell of surprise, and immediately she tried to attack him with her legs, but they had reduced mobility due to her pants being down, and Garen wrapped one of his muscular arms around both of them, effectively locking her. Her right arm tried to attack him with a knife, but he held her wrist with his other arm. And when he noticed she was going for another knife, he turned her around to bury her left arm under her own weight. It simply made her laugh.

If Katarina was fighting to get rid of Garen, she was definitely making a poor attempt. Her body moved a lot, yes, but she wasn't trying to get away, more like she was letting herself go with the motions of his tongue. Her legs had locked around his neck, and in a way she was holding him as much as he was holding her. And the hand with the knife wasn't really doing anything. His life wasn't really at risk, at least not right there. So he merely focused on doing what both of them wanted, and ate her out.

She wasn't quite as messy as with her mouth, but she still got soaking wet remarkably fast, something that he couldn't entirely take the credit for, in good conscience, but something he was more than determined to reap the benefits of. Katarina had very strong inner muscles, befitting of someone specialized in kicking and spinning around. If she crushed him, and he was sure she could, it wouldn't be the worst way to go.

He kept going for minutes, sucking her lips, penetrating her with his tongue, and teasing her clitoris with his teeth, until he felt she had basically stopped struggling. He got his face out and tried to take her pants off completely, but it was once again impossible. Too many spikes and knives, and he had to do it in just a second before she fought back. Noticing it impossible, he merely got on top of her and penetrated her, which made her let out a surprised moan. She immediately grabbed two knives and tried to stab him, but she was in a bad position for attack so he could easily grab her wrists and prevent it. She turned her head around and kissed him, while he began thrusting faster.

"The Might of Demacia reduced to a mere backstabber. Pathetic" she said mockingly.

"I learned from a good master"

He got both of her wrists together, and he held them with one hand. He used the other hand to grab a handful of her beautiful red hair and take a hold of her head, to kiss her better. Meanwhile, he hadn't slowed down his humping. He kept going, extremely fast, as all his bloodlust had turned into mere lust. And judging by her way her lower half kept grinding against him, so had hers. He wanted to take all her clothes off, but he wasn't sure she wasn't going to use that chance to stab him. But it was a shame. From his point of view he could merely look down and watch her breasts, covered by her small leather shirt. What a view he was missing. He fucked her harder, for good measure.

He bit her jacket and tried to take it down, somehow, before he desisted. And that was even before he realized how stupid it was to think he could take it down when he had both her hands locked together. He went harder, he gripped her hair harder, and kissed her harder. He was so frustrated. Given the way she seemed to hide her laugh in her kiss, she had probably noticed.

"What's wrong, the Might of Demacia can't overcome clothing?"

"It's just… why… so many… damn… belts… and spikes… and knives"

"Let me go and I'll take the pants off"

"Good try. I can't trust you"

"Funny words from someone who is literally fucking me over"

"I see your point. Okay"

He let her go, and she quickly spun to the side, throwing her pants aside, belts and everything. That was certainly even faster than he expected. But what he did expect was how she immediately jumped at him with a new knife. He had time to get up and grab her hand, which stopped the knife a mere inch away from his neck. She smiled at him.

"What can I say? I am not to be trusted"

She kicked him and made him fall on his back. She immediately jumped on top of him and tried to stab him in the face, but she stopped by herself without him doing anything. She seemed surprised, a chance he got to get his hand to her jacked and try to take it off, but he couldn't because of another damn belt. Once she realized, she kicked him again, and then put her foot on his neck, to keep him down, while she looked at him smugly.

"What the hell was that? Why didn't you do anything to protect your life?"

"I wanted to take you by surprise. I said I wanted to strip you off, and I figured that was the best way"

"You fool… You amusing fool"

She had moved her hips down so slowly she apparently didn't want Garen to notice. But he had definitely noticed. He had also noticed just how flexible her legs were, as she was still holding his neck down when she grabbed his shaft and slid it inside her. Then she simply placed it to the side, and began to ride him. She spun her knife a few times, over him, and smirked.

"You'll be a fool not to dodge it this time"

She didn't stop grinding on top of him, when she tried to stab him again. This time he blocked her attack with his forearm. That made her smile wider, and it made her ride him faster. He didn't know where she got another knife from, but she attacked him again. He blocked her with his other arm, and before she could do anything but ride him, he slammed his forehead against hers, which made her drop her knives and stop grinding altogether. He kissed her very surprised mouth, and his hands went to her jacket. He struggled a bit, but he managed to finally take it off. His hands were to her breast, he groped them as he had wanted to since the first day he met her, and took her shirt off.

They were there. Right on his face. He wasted no time in grabbing them whole, and began sucking her nipples like his life depended on it. Excellent. It was excellent. He devoured them, because he really had been wanting that for far too long. His whole body reacted with enthusiasm, as he rammed her over and over. He didn't even worry about her trying to stab him again. Katarina grinded on top of him and squirmed to his thrusts, but she didn't seem as aggressive. He gave her chest a rest and kissed her. She kissed him back, very passionately, but once the kiss had overcome even the sex, and they were merely embracing, looking at each other, her nasty smile came back.

She kicked him in the face and she was already standing up holding one of her swords. She attacked, but he got up quickly, punched the sword again and held her in between his arms, before slamming her. She let out a complaint once she felt his massive weight crushing her. He grabbed her arms and kept her against the ground, and then he penetrated her again. She moaned, and he kissed her.

His heart was rushing, and that made him even more pumped out than usual. Her legs wrapped behind him and pushed him, causing him to go deeper still with every thrust. His right hand couldn't help it, and it grabbed her breast, which teasingly bounced under him. She used her now free hand to try and choke him. He struggled for a second, but he could take it. He preferred to keep grabbing her breast.

As he kept going, she got wetter and wetter. Her legs became weaker, and rather than embracing him, they merely lied to the sides. Her arms were offering absolutely no resistance. And her cocky, mischievous smile was turning into a more and more sincere smile of satisfaction. His other hand went to her chest, as well, and he furiously groped both of her breasts while he went as hard as he could. She moaned. He couldn't help it.

"DEMACIA!"

She burst out laughing, and he laughed as well, but soon her laugh died in her mouth to make more room for her moans. His hands saw more fit to hug her rather than grope her. His mouth decided to kiss her to keep her mouths in check as well. And his whole body kept going at her, for she was now climaxing, and he wanted to make the most out of it.

She kissed him like a submissive little girl, and her hands desperately tried to claw him, but her own gloves prevented it. Her legs shook around, but her sex welcomed him deeply and tried to keep him with her. And her whole body squirmed, wanting more of him. And he gave her more. And more. Until she stopped moaning and her true face returned. But she was blushing now. He thought, for a second, she was going to attack again, but she did not.

He went down on her and savored her a bit. Her wetness, which was flowing out of her, the result of his good job. Katarina didn't do anything. She wrapped her legs around his head as she did before, as if she was trying to pretend she was trying to fight him off, but by that point she wasn't fooling anyone. He just ate her out, until his tongue began getting numb. And that was a lot of time. Then, he walked up to her head, and crouched. She looked at him with a surprised expression.

"…Really? I'll bite it off"

"As the champion of Demacia it is my duty to face such Noxian threats"

She laughed, and he used that chance to shove his dick inside her mouth. Despite her threat, all she pressed against his shaft was her lips, something he was very grateful about. He caressed her hair, as she sucked him, slowly. Damn, she looked so pretty. Even prettier now that she wasn't threatening to kill him. He didn't do anything, other than marvel at her expressions. And once she stopped, he merely went back to her sex and slid himself in again.

She grinded, slowly, and he also simply went slowly. The two were looking at each other, with a mix of suspicion and desire. The two were tired, and bruised, and the two felt a connection to each other. Neither of them said a word. He kept going at her until he began throbbing. He pulled out and spilled his seed all over her thighs. He had trouble breathing, so he merely lied in the ground behind her and hugged her from behind. He kissed her cheek, and he was pretty sure he heard her purr like a kitten.

"What now?" she asked.

"How about we just rest for a while, without you trying to kill me?"

She grabbed his arms and wrapped them in front of her, then rested her head on them.

"I'll try to"