My body's still sore from all those punishment I took in Karate class, so thank Cheezus I even managed to get this done.
Hymns For The Devil
The brown mahogany door of a small and dimly lit room creaked slightly as it slowly opened, revealing a man of average height and medium build, the man had a spiky snow-white hair, a pair of blue pits he calls eyes which glowed in residual ecstasy, and a skin so deathly-pale one would think he was a dead man walking. He carried a sheated Japanese sword in his left hand, while his right hand made a swift move to lock the door, then he began to walk, his silent footsteps bringing him closer and closer to a feminine figure standing on the balcony, her back facing him. The moonlight illumnated her entire frame, giving her pale skin and the platinum blonde hair that was cascading over her shoulders an argentine shade, her blood-red dress shining brightly.
A ghostly smirk formed on the man's face as he looked at her intently, he also noticed, or rather heard the loud volume of the dark and melodic song coming from the phone she held in her hand.
I don't care about anyone else but me.
I don't care about anyone.
I don't care about anyone else but me.
I don't care about anyone, or anything...
BUT ME!
Goddamn, I love me.
And just as the song was approaching its slow yet heavy guitar solo, it was abruptly put to a stop when the woman blindly pressed what he safely assumed to be the phone's stop button.
"Did you finish the job?" she said without as much as a tilt of her head, making the man stop in his tracks.
"I wouldn't be here if I didn't," the man replied in a low voice.
"I see," she emitted, slowly turning around, allowing the man to take a good look on her porcelain face, her lips were as red as blood, in addition to her lipstick, the woman's eyelashes were longer and thicker than usual and her cheeks had more colour on them.
His eyes then traveled to meet her gaze, the two individuals stared at each other for what seemed like an eon, their blue eyes piercing into the soul of the other, as if they were trying to see past the other's secrets and desires. "You're here to collect the payment, I suspect."
"Yes, Ms. Winterhaven," he said as he held on to her intense gaze, refusing to be the first to look away. He was taught that if he is the first to look away when someone stares at him, he is submitting.
And he submits to no one.
Though he had to admit that trying to keep his eyes fixed on her face was a bit difficult as the sight of her cleavage was more than a little distracting, especially with the scent of her perfume wafting from her chest.
"How many times have I told you, Jack?" the woman shook her head, though she couldn't hide the smile on her face. "In the privacy of this room, call me Elsa."
"Right. My apologies."
"Hm," Elsa hummed and nodded. "Come with me. I'll give you your reward."
She gestured for him to follow, leading up to a small end table near the wall, upon it was a large briefcase which contained a large sum of money. Elsa grabbed it by the handle and presented it to him as if she was handing out a Christmas gift.
And before he could take the briefcase from her, she suddenly held it back.
"Wait, did you kill him with that?" Elsa asked in slight amusement, pointing her finger towards the sheated katana he held in his left hand. "No guns or anything?"
The vivid memory of the past few hours' events played in his head: a mansion with a poor surveillance, henchmen who couldn't shoot for shit, the choking sounds that came from a horrified auburn-haired man as he thrust his blade into his ivory throat, the sight of his green eyes losing their vitality, and of course... blood.
Everywhere.
"Yes," Jack answered after a long silence.
"Forgive me if I find that hard to believe," she stated with a challenging look.
"Oh, I assure you, Elsa," he smirked. "I did. Proof's on its way, and I'm willing to bet that it'll take the front page of the papers tomorrow."
In fact, he could practically read it:
HANS WESTERGARD, 32, HEAD OF THE WESTERGARD CRIME FAMILY WAS FOUND DEAD ALONG WITH FORTY-EIGHT OTHERS IN THE SOUTHERN ISLES ESTATE.
POLICE REPORT SUGGESTS THAT EVERYONE WHO PERISHED IN THE AREA WAS KILLED BY AN UNKNOWN NUMBER OF SWORD-WIELDING ASSASSINS.
HOW THE PERPETRATORS MANAGED TO SLICE THEIR WAY THROUGH THE ENTIRE SOUTHERN ISLES ESTATE IS IN ANYONE'S GUESS.
"Oh well, looking forward to it, here," she said, letting him take the case from her.
"There's no bomb hidden in this thing, right?" he said with a chuckle as he gingerly eyed the briefcase.
She raised her eyebrows before letting out a loose giggle. "I never screw over my associates, Jack."
Their gaze met once again, Jack could feel himself begin to lean towards her very, very slowly and Elsa was doing the same.
"Though if you want, you can fuck me right here, right now," she whispered bluntly next to his ear, the erotic tone in her voice sending shivers down his spine and making his groin twitch involuntarily. "Like you always do after finishing a job for me."
For a moment, the assassin felt small and timid in the face of what she'd just said. He frowned and raised an eyebrow, "I'm tired, Elsa and I don't have time for your jokes. I gotta-OH!"
Jack grunted in surprise when out of nowhere, Elsa placed a delicate hand on his crotch, and despite being hidden beneath the confines of his trousers, his dick stiffened almost instantly at her touch. The pale temptress then gave him a devilish look, her azure eyes turning dark, lustful and boring into his.
"Do I sound like I'm joking?" she asked playfully.
Jack was breathing hard as he narrowed his eyes at her, apparently taken aback by her question and the way she was now massaging the bulge in his pants.
"I-"
Elsa didn't give him any chance to respond as he was silenced by her lips colliding onto his own, she let out a throaty moan that was muffled by his lips as she buried her hand in his hair. After dropping his blade and the briefcase, Jack kissed her shamelessly and the two fought for dominance as he pinned her against the wall, with one hand, Elsa grabbed him by the collar of his blue trench coat as she massaged his scalp with the other, and Jack took the opportunity to pull away from her mouth so he could turn his attention to the hollow of her throat, drawing an audible gasp from her.
"Ohhh..." she exulted, her body, sandwiched between him and the wall, lightly trembled.
Jack pulled away from her neck and grinned naughtily at the sound she emitted, and just as Elsa was about to let out a protest, he firmly squeezed one of her breasts through the fabric of her red dress. He traced his tongue along the curves of her parted lips before taking her into his mouth once more. He madly groped her breast, smiling as he felt her let out a series of stifled moans against his mouth.
He also felt his manly ego swell as her nipple went rigid at his touch.
That's not the only thing that's swelling, he thought.
Elsa moaned seductively before grabbing the back of his head and deepened the lustful union of their lips. The kiss turned into another, which in turn, led to more, each one rougher and more primal than their predecessors.
The two didn't even realise that their legs had moved on their own accord when they landed on the bed with a loud 'oomp', and Elsa ended up straddling Jack. Breaking from his lips, the woman stood up and discarded her red dress, revealing that she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
"Holy shit," Jack could only whisper as his breath caught in his throat at the sight of her naked form. Sure he had seen her several times in her birthday suit before but damn. And even after all their paramour sessions together, it's still hard to wrap his head around the fact that Elsa Winterhaven, his employer, his boss chose him to be ber personal fubu.
"Like what you see?" she teased.
Not knowing what to say, the white-haired assassin gingerly moved his hands to her perky breasts, and just as his fingertips brushed against her nipples, Elsa caught his wrists.
"Take your clothes off first," she asked, no, demanded.
Jack obliged and stood from the bed at his full height, she pushed the blue trench coat off of his shoulders while he kicked his boots off, they then worked together on unbuttoning his black vest, once his torso was bared for her viewing pleasure, Elsa pushed him onto the bed and regarded him with an unrivaled hungry expression before she undid his pants and pulled him free of them, and his socks too just for good measure.
"Wow!" Elsa exclaimed and giggled at the sight of his humongous erection. "So fucking big..."
She knelt down and wrapped a delicate hand around his dick while her tongue brushed against the sensitive and swollen head. Pulling her tongue away, Elsa spat on her hand and blanketed his cock with her thick saliva and Jack threw his head back and jerked his hips as he groaned in delight when she rubbed her other hand across the head, smearing his pre-cum around it.
And without warning, Elsa leaned forward and opened her mouth before engulfing his iron-hard length. An audible gasp went through the room as the woman began moving her head up and down on his cock, giving him a sensational blowjob. Jack didn't know how much time had passed, nor did he care, 'good' doesn't even begin to describe the feeling of the fluids inside her mouth coating his dick as she blew him like her life depended on it.
Elsa then released his shaft and Jack let out a deep breath he didn't even know he'd been holding, she then climbed onto the bed and shifted her body so she was laying on her side with her back flushed against his chest. When his sexy temptation lifted one slender leg up, Jack wasted no time and plunged his cock into her warm, wet pussy.
"Fuck, that feels so good!" Elsa cried out in delight. "More!"
He obliged and drove himself harder and deeper into her, with each thrust instigating a string of lewd mewls from the woman he was fucking, the arm that was wedged beneath her body moved so he could paw and fondle her creamy breasts while his other hand dove forward and slid down her abs and to her clit.
"Oh, yes! That's so fucking... please don't stop..."
He didn't, instead, he thrust into her harder than before, creating wet smacking sounds of his skin against hers as he drew circles on her nub, and Elsa moaned with all her might when he banged against the sweetest spot inside her. Jack could feel his climax approaching but decided to ignore it for the time being and focused on giving his goddess the euphoria she craved.
So with that in mind, he fastened the motion of his fingers rubbing on her clit and within seconds, Jack felt his dick and fingers drowning in her well of pleasure as her walls tighten around him. And Elsa let out quite possibly the loudest shriek of orgasmic pleasure he had ever heard.
"OOHHHSHITFUCKFUCKGODDAMMITFUCKFUUUCCK!"
There was no way in hell someone didn't hear that, but he figured that was what Elsa wanted, there were those nights where she wanted to try something new to spice things up in their relationship—or whatever it's become. She was way too aggressive and adventurous in bed (and in the shower, on the carpeted floor, on her desk and pretty much everywhere), perhaps even more so than he is. And Jack, for one, quite loved the idea of a woman who knows exactly what she wants.
That, and the idea of everyone else hearing their frantic coupling.
Still pounding her, Jack felt the familiar tightness in his balls return and he knew that he wasn't long for this world so he did the only thing he could think of; he moved his soaked hand from her clit and took one of hers before squeezing it tightly, he then bit her shoulder and closed his eyes as a shockwave of orgasmic pleasure crackled through him.
"Fuck..." he moaned and with one final thrust, he spilled his seed deep into her like a river un-dammed, hot, fast and furious. When he finally pulled himself from her, Jack felt as if every ounce of energy had been zapped from his entire body, and by the time he was able to catch his breath, it only took a few seconds for him to fall asleep.
With his body completely clothed, the assassin marched around the room, looking to see if he had left anything else after grabbing his blade and the briefcase. Seeing none, he sighed in contentment and rested his eyes on the beautiful woman sleeping on the king-sized bed.
It was close to ten in the morning and yet Elsa Winterhaven was still in the serene oblivion of her beauty sleep.
Jack smiled and took a moment to look at her sleeping form. That hair, that flawless skin, those blue orbs hiding behind those closed eyelids, those ripe tits and gods above help him, that creamy ass.
He certainly couldn't wait to have her again.
He then slowly walked to the door and dropped the briefcase so he could open it, but just as he touched the doorknob, he heard the shuffling of fabric coming from the bed seconds before he heard her speak up.
He'd quite forgotten how good she was at pretending to be asleep.
"Always a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Overland," Elsa said and Jack couldn't help but grin at the way she stressed the word 'pleasure' a little too heavily.
He tilted his head to one side and gave her a slow nod before opening the door, grabbing the briefcase and stepping outside of her room.
"Looking forward to my next assignment," he whispered to himself just before he closed the door behind him.
The uncanny resemblance between Jack Frost and Vergil from Devil May Cry series (I'm talking about the original Capcom version and not the one created by Ninja Theory) pretty much served as the inspiration for this.
Well, that, and Trish's jiggling boobies.
I also believe that our favourite white-haired prankster would have become just like the stoic son of Sparda if he had joined Pitch in RotG.
Oh, and the song Elsa was listening to was 'Tear Away' by Drowning Pool, from their 2001 album Sinner. RIP Dave Williams.
