The samurai had no time to think or react as his occult enemy knocked him to the floor. His back hit hard against the wet floor of the kitchen, followed by the back of his head. He tried to get up but his attacker was above him.

He only recognized the freen eyes when he looked upon them. Katarina Du Couteau was on top of him, holding a knife against his throat, sitting on his lap with her legs around him, pinning his hips to the ground. She smirked sensually while caressing the skin of his neck with the edge of her blade.

"Surprised to see me, Spiritsblade?"

"What are you doing?" He said not moving a muscle under the cold steel.

"Paying you a little visit." The assassin emitted an evil chuckle. "Let's say... to congratulate you for your first victory."

"Stop playing, tell me what you want."

"Cut to the chase, huh?" She moved her knife to his left cheek, prassing hard until blood began leaking. "I like that..."

"What do you want with me?"

"Your fame precedes you, you know?" She stared at his face, getting closer. "I just want to give you a welcome gift, but there is one condition..."

She paused, leaning closer until her nose went deep into Dimitri's neck, smelling his scents. Her face went upwards, planting little kisses along the way, until reaching the thin cut recently made on his face. She opened her mouth slowly, breathing out warmly, then she licked the stream of blood off his skin. "... You can't accept this gift."

That weakness was the breach that Dimitri needed. With all his strength, he pushed the assassin to the side, throwing her on the ground. Both their bodies bolted from the kitchen floor instantly, but Katarina already had her weapon in hand. Before the nord could react, he was attacked by a flurry of stabs and slashed but managed to dodge half of them and avoid the critical ones. His shirt was ragged in about seven places, blood stains expanding on the thin cloth. When he finally got space to unsheath his sword, the assassin vanished in front of him, only to reappear behind.

With a quick succession of movements, Katarina kicked behind his knee, making him kneel. Then she twisted his sword wrist, dropping the katana to the floor. The weapon was kicked away from the kitchen and Dimitri was kicked to the ground. His chest hit the hot water on the kitchen floor and he felt a strong strike to the back of his head. That made him dizzy in such a way that when he noticed Katarina was cuffing him, there was no time to react.

He rolled around facing up but a heavy boot stomped his chest. "You can't run. Not from me." The redhead said with a grin on her face.

"Violence is not allowed inside the Institute, you know that!" The nord protested, trying to stand up.

"I've killed a summoner once... and beat up a couple more. I think the Institute just got used to my brutality." She pointed the tip of her knife to his throat and leaned over. "Now stay still, you don't want to get cut."

The cold steel rested on the base of his collar and traced a line until his hips, opening his shirt in half with a dry ragging sound. The assassin feasted her eyes with the sight of Dimitri's muscular chest, his toned abs covered with thin streams of blood. With her free hand she caressed his pecs, wetting her hand with the red fluid. She felt every muscle, every rib and every hair while her hand descended to his lower stomach.

When the exploring fingers reached the edge of his crotch, Dimitri completely forgot about the blade touching his neck and the assassin that was slashing at him a few minutes ago. Now all he wanted was that her bloody hand continued its path inside his pants.

But it didn't. She stopped after tugging his belt with a devilish smile and raised her hands to his face. A bloody finger ran over his lips, forcing its way in. The nord opened his mouth slightly, tasting his own blood from her fingers, it tasted like iron and ice. When the finger was clean Katarina sucked it and rested her hand on his chest.

Starting to move her hips on his lap and making circles with her knife she teased. "What shall we do next?" Her but cheeks brushed against both sides of his concealed shaft. "I see our little friend here is ready for some action."

"Little you said?" The samurai chuckled lightly while examining her body. Katarina had an athletic body, evidenced by her muscular thighs and hard abs. A tattoo could be seen on the left side of her torso but its edges were concealed by her clothes. He traced his eyes through the ink until it reached the black jacket that covered her upper chest. She had generous breasts, not as much as Sarah or Evelynn but they were perky and smooth.

The assassin noticed his gaze on her bust and removed the small jacket. "I'd better get my clothes off or you'll stain them with blood." As she threw her jacket away her fit shoulders were revealed, but her breasts were still inside the leather strap that tightened around them. "I bet you want to rip this off, huh? I don't think so." She giggled standing up.

With one foot on each side of his head, she unbuckled her belt, slowly pulling her pants down. Her boots came off then and she was standing above the samurai wearing only her scarlett panties, chest strap and leather gloves and boots. "You'll do as I say before you can make your own requests." Her thumbs lowered the red panties slightly. "Understood?"

"Yes ma'am. " If he was trying to run before, now all he wanted was to do what she asked him and stick his cock the deepest he could inside her.

With his nod, the assassin lowered her undergarments wich rolled around her thighs. The cloth was quickly discarded and her nether region was exposed to the nord. She lowered her body, spreading her legs and showing her pink folds wet with excitement. When she was kneeled on the wet floor and her legs were completely opened around Dimitri's head she dropped her knife on the floor and opened her lips with two fingers. The hot skin welcomed his tongue with a pulsation as Katarina gasped with the sudden lick.

The nord raised his head from the kitchen floor in order to reach her cunt and was now licking its entire juices began leaking from her entry into his mouth, the redhead sat herself on his face, surosurprising him with the pressure. He was practically forced into sticking his tongue inside her due to her weight, extracting a long moan off her.

The pleasure was so much that Katarina looked down with a sudden rush of desire, grabbing Dimitri's short hair and moving her hips back and forth on his lips. Juices and saliva were drooling over the nord's shaggy beard and him too was burning with desire.

Still holding him by the hair, the assassin leaned back in an arch letting her head hang and her hairfl fall. She supported her weight on her prisioner's crotch while rubbing hers on his mouth fiercely. Her hips were almost spasming as she moaned loudly from the oral sex, wet tongue sliding through the walls of her dripping womanhood. The pressure of her hand on his cock made Dimitri tighten his muscles briefly, but when she squeezed his cock through the cloth of his pants a rush of pleasure came from the member, curling his toes and making him grunt on her pussy.

"I guess I was wrong." Katarina said, lacking air. "That's fucking big, Dimitri."

He shuted her by biting her clitoris but lightly, as one bites a nipple. A peak of ecstasy rushed through her body in one fast wave, contracting all her muscles and opening her mouth in silence. She held her breath as the nord worked tongue and teeth around her most sensitive spot. When the pleasure was too much for the assassin to hold, her body shivered on top of him and she let loud moans fill the small kitchen.

Suddenly the grasp around Dimitri's cock tightened, almost painfully, and she grabbed a handful of grey hair, pulling. "Fuuuck... Don't you dare stop now..." The captor ordered between moans.

Putting more weight on his face, Katarina arched her back, almost laying down on his chest and all her body relaxed at tje same moment. A desperate scream of pleasure came accompanied by a jet of her warm juices spilled inside the nord's mouth. He made sure to drain every drip he could while her athletic thighs convulsed around his head, pressing together repeatedly.

When her orgasm ceased she raised her hips and sat on her captive's chest, resting her sweatty body and recovering her breath. Dimitri's mouth was filled with the taste of her juices, his lips and beard covered by a wet sheen of it. He sat up to get more confortable after all, lying on a hard wooden floor with your cuffed arms below you wasn't the best feeling.

"Are you uncuffing me now?" He asked, reaching for her mouth.

The assassin kissed his lips with hers, locking them together for a few seconds and said with her face still touching his. "Only when I'm finished." With that, the assassin opened her mouth and licked his lips, messing them with her saliva. He struggled to capture her tongue inside his mouth and sucked it hungrily.

The couple stood like that for several minutes. Katarina appreciating the taste of her own womanhood on his mouth while sigging on his lap and feeling his hard rock member against her butt. Dimitri feeling her breathing and her warm cheeks touching his cock through his pants.

"Why are we still wearing something?" The man cut the kiss brusquely.

She seemed to have forgotten that she was still concealing her breasts and that he was still wearing pants and stared down in confusion. For one second she looked so innocent, but that look faded as she smirked and unlaced her chest leather strap.

Her pale breasts almost bursted out of her clothing when the last lace was undone. They were perky and firm, considerably big and her nipples were light brown and a little puffy. She caressed them herself but soon allowed Dimitri to envelop them in his lips. He bited them gently like he did on her clitoris, wich made her gasp and and scratch his muscular back with her nails. The assassin rested her nose on his head and he could feel her warm sharp exhales on his shaggy hair. He urged to touch the pair of round flesh, to fill his hands with her breasts but no matter how hard he tried, Dimitri couldn't get away from the cuffs.

After her breasts were slick with saliva and her nipples hard and wet, Katarina pushed the nord down, resting her hands on his chest. He came back to the unconfortable position and was about to complain but this thought quickly faded when she sitted on his lap and began unbuckling his belt. If she was dominant and cruel before, now her eyes only showed a desperate antecipation as she bited a lip and pulled his pants down slowly.

A solid erect penis bursted out as its confinements came down, waving in the night air. The thick member faced upwards as Katarina held her breath in order to admire its size and diameter, the smooth skin covering the beginning of the relatively small head. Her mind was static and so was she. If he could throw her on the ground and just invade her with it, he would. But Dimitri was tied up and she was in charge.

He had to wait for several seconds for the assassin's face go from shock and admiration to a devious smirk. She pressed his head against his bellybutton with the tip of her finger and traced a line from the tip to his sack. She giggled when the nord shivered in anticipation and held the tip between her thumb and forefin. The gentle stroke pulled his skin back and forth, caressing the flesh beneath it.

Every time the skine passed through the edge of the head, Dimitri's member pulsated. Getting tired of teasing Katarina suddenly grabbed the thick penis with her palm, squeezing it hard and feeling the warm flesh adapt to her grasp. Facing it upwards again, the redhead stroked it up and down in an increasing pace. When she was about to pass the head with her hand, she squeezed it harder and twisted her wrist, making a rotating movement at the top.

While her right hand enveloped the large shaft, her left fingers were busy going down on herself, caressing the hood of her clit. Both the masturbations were making her sexual senses recover from the previous orgasm and her pussy was already itching for more. When the handjob was at a constant frequency she leaned her head down and let a big stream of saliva fall on the exact tip of the penis. Then, Katarina used both her thumbs to spread the liquid around the pink fleshy head, lubrificating it. When she got back to stroking, she did it more fiercely, now emitting a low slick sound that completed her low gasps of excitement.

Her pussy was craving for him so she adjusted herself to sit on his crotch, sliding her lips around the thick member. Dimitri welcomed the wetness with a low groan and watched as the assassin moved her hips along his length. She locked her green eyes on the cock, her entry rubbing against it, juices being smeared on its skin. Her womanhood was hot and wet, and the nord could feel she was desperate for his cock.

His feeling was confirmed when she pulled her self up with a hand on his chest, the other pointing his penis upwards. She sat down, taking his whole length inside at once. When the tip reached her cervix, Katarina didn't hold back. Her nails dug in his chest as a scream of pleasure came ripping from her throat. She squeezed his testicles behind her as she raised her body for another fall. The caress made Dimitri arch his head back in pleasure and his cock pulsed inside her.

Her lips cringed to the skin of his member as she raised, leaving a trail of lubrification. This time she came down on him violently, hitting hard against his lap and grunting while closing her eyes. She stood there, pressing herself the hardest she could, like she was trying to bring the samurai's shaft even deeper. When her walls were well adjusted to him she opened her eyes with a released expression and grinned at him.

Katarina supported her weight on two hands against his pecs, pressing her round breasts between her arms, andbegan riding Dimitri. She quickly acquired a fast pace as her tight walls rubbed against the hard flesh. Her muscular hips swayed perfectly back and forth and her legs spreaded even more on each side of his body. By then the water on the floor was already cool and the kitchen was filled with slicky noises, heavy breathing and moans and scents of sex.

The intensity of her gaze was deepening as she stared into his eyes from above him. When the assassin leaned over to kiss Dimitri her breasts pressed against his chest, her smooth skin touching his haired and rough, hard nipples brushing past it. He sucked on her neck and raised his eyes to see her ass bouncing up and down behind her back. She bited him back, rotating her tight buttocks sensually on his cock showing the muscles of her thighs moving fiercely to make the circular movement.

Dimitri felt his cock being pulled and pushed in different directions as she worked around his lap. Leaving a couple of purple hickeys, the assassin raised back up without stopping and rested her hands on her ass. Her breasts waved in the air as she rode him and moaned sensually. Each hand grabbed a buttock and played with it, squeezing and spreading. Dimitri was urging to get free of the cuffs but it was no use, and also, he wouldn't stop Katarina now to ask for permission.

When feelings intensed the nord began to thrust himself up against the redhead. This gave the riding a new rhythm, faster but clumsy. Her hips met his irregularly, hitting against his making a loud slap sound every time. Her moans became wilder and her teats were bouncing free, each one at its own random direction. The shiny orbs covered by sweat were uncontrolable just as her scarlet hair and the movement of her hips.

"Oh shit, you're too big! I think I'm about to... FUCK!"

With that last cursed she opened her eyes and tore her nails in Dimitri's chest. Her hips came down instantly and he could feel his cock being choked by her pulsing walls. At first the pulses were shy and short, but when Katarina opened her mouth in a loud scream of pleasure and relaxed her body on top of him, her pussy throbbed fiercely around the cock.

Wih it came a very hot rush through the flesh and waves of her juices were spilled from inside her. His shaft was the deeper it could get, twitching with every throb, Dimitri felt a warm sensation coming from his testicles and started thrusting up again. The sudden move took Katarina by surprise and she collapsed on top of him, shivering and screaming from her ongoing orgasm.

The whole member throbbed hard against her wet walls as his semen was shot deep inside her. The pressure between their flesh was so much that the great quantity of seed was shot out of her womanhood into the wet floor. He thrusted a couple of times, spitting globs of thick white cum into the redhead and when he was finished he rested gis hips on the wet floor. Both of them were breathing hard, Katarina laid her perfect chest on his and didn't remove his penis from her, they just laid there for several minutes, still conected by their pulsing parts.

When Dimitri started wondering if the assassin had slept with her face buried in his neck she raised her head.

"Will you free me now that you're done?" The samurai said, turning at her.

"You behaved well, dog." Katarina bited his lip and gave him a long wet kiss. "But I don't have the keys from those, forgot to steal them."

"Oh, c'mon..."

She raised her chest up and then started standing up. The limp penis slided off her slowly, and came out with a low pop and a wave of cum. When she was finished dressing herself, the assassin leaned down on him and placed her mouth around the soft flesh, sucking every bit of cum from it while looking up into his eyes. With that farewell, Katarina smiled and left, leaping through the window she came from.

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Dif that take too much time? I don't know. Had a lot of fun writing this chapter, Katarina is one of my favorite champions in the game. Hope you enjoyed it and farewell fellas!