AN. I must thank you all for your patience and kindness in this first fanfiction of mine! I hope you folks found it fun to read, despite the elongated build-up! This is when stuff gets actually lewd, so ya know, enjoy it!

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Thank you and enjoy!


Chapter 5: The Demon's Touch

"Hey, wake up."

Tap. Tap. Tap.

"If you don't wake up, I'll grope your chest, Clementine."

Her vision gradually returned, and with it, the light smacks against her cheeks also felt clearer.

"What the-"

Her limbs refused to move.

Clementine's vision adjusted to the ever-present darkness around her. She was still in the same desolated alley.

"Oi, what's going on!?" Despite her frantic struggling, her body stayed in its forcibly outstretched position.

Once Sitri crawled atop her body, she understood that she'd been lying on the ground.

He drew his face close to hers; there were no traces of burning or any visible injury.

"You blocked my Fireball? How is that possible!? Explain yourself!"

"There's nothing to explain. Magic is for cowards. It goes against the concept of Fair Fight, so I don't bother with it."

"That's… What kind of explanation is that!? It's absurd!"

Clementine gasped as Sitri's steeled fingertip prodded her exposed stomach.

"Who cares about that? What matters is that you lost, and I won. Not only that, but you were planning on killing me." He slid the very tip of his right hand across her bruised flesh and applied growing pressure on a very precise region of her lower abdomen.

Clementine was overcome by a shortness of breath; the weight she felt was directly atop her womb.

Driven by growing panic, she attempted to reach for her weapons, to claw at the man's face or at the very least to escape his insufferable touch.

Nothing.

"Stun…? Again?" Cruelly enough, she could speak as she pleased.

"I might have hit your liver."

"What… What are you doing!?" Clementine shouted angrily as she saw Sitri's lips descending unto her belly.

"I'm apologizing for bruising your wonderful body."

His lips were as hot as a furnace, and they gently pressed against her sensuous peach skin. There was the tiniest bit of ticklishness as his shortly-trimmed beard crossed her flesh.

"Ahahaha! I see! I see how it is!" Clementine clung to her incredible boastfulness in order to escape the panic swelling in her chest. "You're going to rape me, while I'm under the effects of your Stun ability! Well go ahead! If that's all you can think of, then you should know that I've suffered far, far worse!"

"Is that so?" After caressing the reddish area around her liver, Sitri crawled a few inches upward.

Their faces were aligned.

Clementine's breathing was cold and cautious, with frightening assurance, she had steeled herself from the oncoming abuse. As if she had gone through the treatment countless times.

"You don't think killing people is bad?"

"What do I care!?" She barked back, "Those are the perks of being strong! I'll gladly dance on the corpses of those I've surpassed!"

"You're a bad girl, you know that?"

Clementine saw her smile reflected back to her – the smile of a predator having cornered its prey.

"But you're beautiful, and that's all I care about – outside of course – inside, your heart seems pretty vile."

"You're one to talk~" She mirrored his ruthless grin, "Look at you, lusting after a helpless girl~ Threatening to devour her body… You're as much of a monster as I am~"

Sitri's lips quivered. He seemed to try and swallow his emotions. Had she successfully shaken him?

It was a rare victory for Clementine, one she desperately pressed as she sought her opportunity to strike. "Ufufufufu~ That's right~ Go ahead~ Vio~late~ me~"

Her mouth was set ablaze, not by any spell, but by Sitri's burning-hot lips pressing against hers. Tender, like juicy morsels of prime meat.

Seizing her opportunity, Clementine bit down as hard as she could, hoping to tear Sitri's entire jaw.

But her teeth lacked any force, and her vicious bite ended up being closer to a playful nibble.

"Ah!" Sitri backed away, completely unfazed by her failed attack. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to just jump on you like that. It's just that – I mean you have to know – you're just way too cute!" His senseless drivel accentuated, as if that line had burst the dam holding back his feelings, "I've always had a soft spot for psychopaths, they make for such interesting routes, and the sense of danger and exhilaration is such a heart-pumping thrill!"

It's useless, he's stuck in his own delusions. Clementine thought as she tried to discern Sitri's words.

"Okay, I promise I won't get ahead of myself, so forgive me, alright?" Sitri posed without seeking a reply.

He reached for Clementine's hand, and softly rubbed her palm with a single one of his fingers.

"You might've cast a spell or two, but your skills as a warrior were undeniable."

The inside of her palm was springy, not entirely soft, as if coated by a thin layer of leather.

"And this is why, right? These rugged hands must have trained tirelessly…"

"Ghh-!" Clementine recoiled at the gentle grazing.

How many years had it been, since she had felt such affectionate caresses? It might've been the first time.

Still, she knew them to be fake; the self-encompassed arrogance of a demon of lust.

They had to be…

She equipped her cruelest smirk, "If you're going to rape me, you better do it fast~ Your Stun effect won't last forever~ And once I…" Her voice was snuffed in her throat.

It was raw, primal fear, for she had just felt a thick, foreign presence straining against her inner thighs.

"I'm doing my best to pace myself…" Sitri voiced softly, his breath hot and ragged, "But every word you say drives me closer to my limit."

"T-Then what are you waiting for? Do it! Do it now, while you have the chance! Before I tear your tongue out and bash your brain in!"

"Ah, Clementine~" He replied in a sickeningly sweet tone, "It's hard, isn't it? Accepting the fact that you have no control over the situation?"

She gritted her teeth in rage, or tried to, but her jaw, like every other muscle in her body, could barely muster a modicum of strength.

"How many lives have you claimed before you met me?" For a moment Sitri glanced at her brassier-turned-chestplate. "That's a lot, isn't it? So isn't it understandable that one day, you'd meet someone able to do the same to you?"

Enough… Don't say anymore!

"You didn't seriously think you were the strongest, now, did you?"

Sitri's pure white teeth sparkled in contrast to his monstrous black heart.

Faint words arose within the assassin's trembling throat, "I'm…"

"Hmm? What is it you wanna say?" Sitri teased ever so mercilessly.

"I'm the strongest…"

This time, she presented no arrogant grin, or cocky retort: Clementine rid her face of all expression and rested her head onto the floor.

"That you are, my beautiful Clementine."

His words pose the greatest threat to my mind. I can't even think straight when he's talking. I won't give him the satisfaction anymore. I'll find a way to survive.

Bearing his eternal conceitedness, Sitri returned to Clementine's hands.

"We should get these out of the way," He carefully unfastened her elongated gauntlets, revealing her pristine white arms in their entirety.

Whenever Sitri stretched-out Clementine's hand, her fingers curled up slightly, crippled by exhaustion.

He spent a few moments playing with each individual finger, straightening each of her digits, only to release them and watch as they slowly curled back into place.

Teasing her pinky finger, Sitri said, "How could these delicate fingers claim a person's life?" He hung onto her pinky, "How many innocent people have suffered at your hands?"

Empty eyes, her sole reply.

He wrapped his powerful grip around her smallest finger, "Should I break it, as payment for your crimes?"

Something flashed on Clementine's face. The expression lasted only a split-second, but it was definitely there.

And worse of all, Sitri had caught it.

"Gahahaha! I'm just messing with you. I'd never do that. How stupid is it, to enjoy torturing someone? I'll never understand those people."

The absurdity was too strong.

"You-!" Clementine stopped herself.

Ashamed by her outburst she grumbled internally. Damn hypocrite. You think this isn't torture?

"Here, I'll apologize for scaring you." Sitri planted a kiss on her knuckles.

That cursed, unbearable heat resurfaced.

"…" Clementine pursed her lips.

"Your hands… I could play with them forever."

He ran his lips across the leathery pads of her upper palm. No doubt remnants of calluses, forged by countless years of bladesmanship.

Endure it… Endure it… It's no different from a slime monster.

"Hii-!" Clementine shuddered, voicing a shrill shriek.

Sitri's tongue danced inside her palm. Its scorching, slimy texture stimulated every nerve of her flesh.

Gross! Gross! Gross! That fucking dog!

Sitri's firm, mountainous hazel eyes peered into Clementine's crimson red irises.

Her furrowed brows were barely visible underneath her blonde bangs. A sight which Sitri relished with all his might: that look of wild, uncontainable rage.

He slid his tongue between each of her digits, coating her hand in thin layer of saliva.

"I can still taste your stilettos." He taunted.

"You're disgusting…"

What am I doing!? I said I wouldn't talk to him anymore. She cursed in her mind, But he's so-

"It's not my fault you're so delicious."

Alternating between his tongue and lips, Sitri journeyed atop Clementine's hand, and further down her arm. He stopped once he reached her left bicep. His fingers massaged the modest mass of muscle.

"There's nothing I love more than a strong woman…"

Again… Again… Sizzling heat surfaced on her bicep.

"A woman who fights…"

Cold sweat trickled down Clementine's spine. "Oi… w-what are you doing?"

He traveled lower and lower down her arm.

"A woman who sweats…"

Sitri lifted her arm.

"You fucking mutt! D-Don't touch me! Get your filthy hands off me!"

"You've been exerting yourself a lot, huh?" Sitri licked his lips in anticipation "Your body can't lie."

He revealed the shiny, velvety bit of flesh underneath her left arm. It exuded a noticeable scent, laced in pheromones. A person's efforts struggle and dedication were concentrated into that nectar, or at least, that's how Sitri felt, as he slid his torrid tongue across Clementine's armpit.

Salty. It spread across his tongue and imbued it in Clementine's tangy flavour. Despite being a bloodthirsty assassin, the blonde apparently took the time to trim her underarm, making the passage of Sitri's tongue an almost perfectly smooth affair.

"You taste wonderful, Clementine."

His hair lightly grazed the sensitive flesh above her armpit. Clementine's body shivered in response.

Too hot…!

As her vulnerable flesh was assaulted by Sitri's sweltering tongue, the woman inadvertently released a dripping whine.

"Gahaha~" he lapped up more of her bodily fluid, "What a strong smell for such a cute girl."

"Shut up! I'll kill you! You're dead, you sick dog!"

Finally, he washed every bit of her flavourful armpit. Upon releasing Clementine's arm, the folds of her underarm slithered onto one another, oozing with saliva.

She sealed her eyes, as if to escape the disgusting sensation.

Sitri lifted and released her limb several times, amazed by the strands of saliva tracing up and down the woman's underarm. The squishy sounds it made had him smiling.

"I wonder how nice that feels…"

Hatred and anger were most apparent on Clementine's now flushed cheeks.

But Sitri's appetite had yet to be sated, and with renewed excitement he raised his captive's right arm.

Whether from fear, tension or anything else, her right armpit was practically coated in sweat.

"There's even more this time around."

Sitri pretended to recite a prayer before delving into his meal.


Both her armpits dribbled with saliva.

One would clearly notice, had they followed Clementine's reactions from the start, that her heartbeat had greatly increased, and her breaths were much more drawn-out, exuding unprecedented heat.

Her bright-red eyes followed Sitri as he removed her right shoe.

His eyes turned to her left limb, which held a mismatched piece of bronzed leg-armor.

"Very stylish." He noted in approval.

Her breath was too ragged to manage a retort.

Fumbling slightly, he slid off her leg-piece.

Clementine's shapely legs were covered in knee-high black stockings, but Sitri's eyes ventured lower.

He sat in front of the assassin's legs and dragged her heels onto his lap.

"Ngh-!" Clementine groaned unwillingly as her soles fell under Sitri's ministrations.

"How is it possible for a woman to be this beautiful?" Sitri said in genuine awe.

Clementine's stockings were pulled up by the straps of her garter belt, emphasizing the slightest contours of her feet.

The lustful warrior's uncovered left thumb traced the middle of her foot. He occasionally stopped and applied pressure on the corners of her heels. The feeling of comfort as her aching foot was massaged, greatly outweighed any sense of disgust.

There was something other than pleasure, too. Within those efficient, strong and accurate presses of Sitri's fingertips, there resided clear sensuality and aggressive eroticism. He switched back and forth between her feet, so they could both bask in the inebriating ecstasy of his touch. His right hand, covered in its steely protector, occasionally explored the contours of her toes or prodded the ball of curvaceous bumps of her midfoot. In any case, the chilly sensation was not unwelcome.

"You're very catlike, you know? Maybe you'll start purring."

His jab was received by a cruel, albeit unconvincing glare.

"I like your sense of fashion, Clementine. I'm also a fan of mismatched clothing." And with that, he pinched the very tip of her right stocking.

Her breathing became irregular, plagued by wariness, but also desire.

Sitri removed the clip tying her right stocking to her battle-skirt. Then, he gradually dragged the slender article towards him.

"You… sick freak…!" Clementine shouted in a voice much too sultry to be threatening.

"I'm not expecting much. Especially from someone constantly on the move. At least you're not wearing high-heels."

Her stocking ventured downward, until its tight heat and comfort entirely dissipated from her leg. And yet, with Sitri's persistent, mind-numbing warmth coating her now naked foot, she could not help but wish for more.

More of that comfort. More of that relief…

More of his heat.

"Oh, not bad." Sitri picked off the black specks of fabric peppering her skin.

With a flick of his wrist, he slid her stocking across his neck. "Mind if I keep this as a souvenir?"

"Die, you sick pervert…"

"I agree, it's not very fair, so how about this?" The warrior pulled out his brass adventurer plate and slid it between Clementine's breasts. "Now you've got something of mine too. Well sort'a mine."

She covered her eyes with the back of her palm, for she knew all too well what came next in Sitri's degenerate mind.

He slid his steeled claw under each of her toenails, inspecting his finger after each sweep.

"You're a clean woman. I like that."

Her ears reddened in embarrassment.

So… disgusting…

And yet her heart pounded even harder.

The bare peeks and dips of her foot were fully scrutinized, no inch of Clementine's flesh escaped the unyielding examination.

"You've got some built-up flesh here," He tapped the ball of her foot, "but that's to be expected of such an athletic woman. Honestly, I'm surprised there isn't more."

He patted her thighs with both hands, "Overall, very nice legs. I'm glad you've taken care of them." Sitri then pushed aside her ankles, "Now, onto-"

"Ehh?" Clementine looked down at Sitri, but promptly held her tongue.

"What?" He perked an eyebrow in confusion.

She scoured her surroundings, racking her brain for thought. Even her mind had trouble forming clear ideas.

Or is that the effect of Flow Acceleration?

Drawing a blank, Clementine wielded her cruel grin, "It's too late to start pretending now, you know~ Much, much too late~"

"Ha? Pretending? Who's pretending? Pretending what?" Sitri answered in alarm.

Clementine's eyes narrowed, while her grin widened to an inhuman level. "It's too late to start pretending you're not a filthy little dog." Her red gems glimmered through the tiny crescent-shaped slits formed by her eyelids.

"I have to admit I'm a bit lost…"

"Fufufu~ It's no use hiding it, Sitri~" The assassin lifted her heel off the ground and wiggled her toes in the warrior's face. "You want to slobber all over my foot, don'tcha? Like the sick mutt you are~ Ufufufufu~"

Sitri's face immediately twisted into a conceited grin, "Euh, yeah, listen I'm flattered, but… That's not exactly my thing you know…"

"And drooling over my armpits is!?" She spat back in anger.

"Well, hands… arms… the upper body is different. But, I don't see why you're getting so bent out of shape over…"

A darker smile emerged from Sitri's lips. One that speared straight through Clementine's deception.

"Uwah~ What a creepy face~" She said in provocation.

But her taunt went completely unnoticed; perhaps they even inflamed the lustful warrior's next remark.

"Could it be that you actually want me to lick it?"

In truth, it was not so far-fetched a presumption, as Clementine's provocation was quite telling. But still she flinched in shock as her inner thoughts were thoroughly read.

They shared a brief minute of silence.

Clementine, an almost unparalleled blade-wielder amongst her peers, one of the strongest human beings in the Kingdom dug into the depths of her intellect in search of the best possible reply.

Her next line of thought went thusly.

Was her life in danger?

This man is sick in the head. There's no telling what he might do. I still can't let my guard down.

Could she defeat her opponent?

He managed to surprise me with his absurd magic resistance, but… there's no way I can lose to a damned monk!

How could she defeat him?

I need to wait until his Stun effect runs out. Then, when his guard is down, I'll stab him in the eyes and through his skull! I'll pierce his ears until his brain drips out of them!

"Ah, Clementine, you're making such a dangerous face." Sitri slipped amidst her inner reflections. "I love it!"

He's strong; I'll give him that much, but his guard is pathetic.

"And you're so cute when you're pouting." Sitri's fingers slithered across her outer thighs, curving prominently once they met the blonde panther's hourglass hips.

So many openings… Once my body can move, then slicing him apart will be easy.

"Fine, you big perv; I'll play with your feet later, so stop sulking, alright?"

"Whatever~ I don't even care anymore~"

"Ah, you're doing that adorable voice of yours again. You must've settled on a plan." By the end of his sentence, Sitri's words were barely audible, for he lowered his lips against Clementine's stomach. "I hope it goes well."

Still, she heard enough to clench her teeth in frustration. "Just you wait~"


A feeling of warmth graced Clementine's hips, right where Sitri's fleshy fingers were posed, quickly followed by a stronger, shivering sensation as his silver claws pressed onto her adjacent flank.

"Look," He traced the contours of her hipbones with his hands. "Do you see how they flare out?"

All I have to do is bide my time… Bide my time…

"What wonderfully perfect, child-bearing hips."

She twitched. How could she not, when he mentioned something as absurd as children.

"There's no way any man could resist you after laying their eyes on your curves." Sitri pressed his fiery hot lips on both sides of her flank. "Even if they didn't want to admit it – biologically, deep in their genetic code – they'd feel a primal urge to pursue you."

"I don't even understand what you're saying half the time, but have you completely lost it? Are you just making up words as your brain rots?"

"Gahahaha! Whoops! Sorry, I come from somewhere far away. And no, it's not that Slane Theocracy place you keep mentioning."

Sharp red irises glared at him through narrow eyelids.

"I can't tell you how much I love that angry face you make." Teased Sitri.

After the agonizing fatigue imposed by their exchange, Sitri's sizzling hot tongue roaming across Clementine's stomach was a welcomed sensation.

He drew various shapes with his saliva, traveling near the very edge of her navel.

"I love how toned your tummy is." Sitri suddenly pressed his cheek against one of the few dry patches of Clementine's flesh.

"Hii~"

The warrior lifted his head for a moment, gracing his captive with an oddly kind smile. "Who knew a ruthless murderer could be so ticklish?"

"I-"

But like most of his questions, he had no need for an answer, and chose instead to lather her stomach.

"I can even feel your abdominal muscles. Absolutely perfect."

The woman had ignored most, if not all of his assuredly faked compliments, but as that familiar heat spread atop her womb and stomach, she found it impossible to stop herself from blushing.

"Do you think I'm good looking, Miss Clementine?" Asked Sitri.

Interested by the sudden, and quite strange question, Clementine gazed at Sitri's face.

His features were rugged, strong and stern – a large square chin, thick eyebrows, bulging trapezes, a muscular neck – and those formed but the top of his body. She recalled everything underneath his neck to also be bulging with muscle.

She had planned to lay low, bide her time and wait for an opportunity to strike, but-

"Sorry, but you're not even close~ You look like a big dumb lug. I can't wait to carve up your stupid, rock-looking face into a million tiny pieces~"

-she could not resist the urge to hurt him.

Which is why it was especially sickening to see Sitri beaming with excitement.

"Gahahaha! Imagine how incredible it is, then, that a guy like me can be with a gorgeous woman like you!"

"Tch…" Clementine merely clicked her tongue in irritation.

After roaming several inches upward, Sitri's lips met the assassin's armored brassiere.

"Looks like it's finally time, huh?"

Finally time…

The words made her ponder; how long had she been resting, helplessly on her back, stuck in a dark and desolate back-alley street?

"I'm not great at this, so please indulge me."

Sitri began clumsily toying with the various straps of her chest-piece. Even the slightest yank sent forth waves of bouncing in Clementine's bosom.

"For such a slender girl," Unsated, he used his left hand to cajole her hips anew, "You sure have large breasts."

That much, she could ignore.

"Don't they get in the way when you're killing people?"

The blonde pursed her lips as Sitri slipped his arm behind her back.

Cradled within the brutish man's iron-firm limb, she felt her body effortlessly heaved upward while his free hand fumbled with her various harnesses.

Sitri stuck out his tongue, intently focused on undressing his captive.

It was a simple side glance, but he laid eyes on Clementine.

Her back was arched backward as if caught in the middle of a passionate waltz, yet her eyes burned with anger.

His favorite combination, it was all too much for him.

Sitri wordlessly lifted her even higher, and embraced her lips.

What good in trying to bite him, thought Clementine, when her lips where almost welded against his?

This heat… I can't breathe…

It might've have been more accurate to say that her breathing was entirely consumed by the inferno that raged within Sitri's mouth.

"Mmmff!"

Her arms, reduced to limp noodles, pressed against his powerful pectorals so to sever their embrace.

Sitri hugged Clementine even tighter, almost threatening to fuse their bodies together.

"Mmff!" Whatever she attempted to convey – it was ruthlessly swallowed by the lustful warrior's kiss.

His musculature, his heat, his proximity: they lit vivid sparks in the assassin's brain, turning her thoughts into a mushy mess.

Finally, after what had seemed like endless years of scorching heat, Sitri released Clementine's lips.

He lowered her body to the ground, and with it, her brassiere, adorned with the prized metals of her prey, fell to the side.

A small black piece of cloth stood as the only obstacle between them.

"I can't get enough of you."

Clementine slurred like a sickly child recovering from an intense fever, "Sh-Shut up already~"

Sitri felt no need to mention the hardened tips of her voluptuous mounds, poking through her tight black top.

Why bother? When in the same instant, he slid his steeled claw through her top and ripped it open, allowing Clementine's opulent breasts to escape their confines.

The mysterious brass plate he had slid between them fell to the ground.


"Annhh~ You worthless dog~"

Clementine's voice dripped as sensually as melted honey.

"Gahahaha! You're too cute! Too cuuuute!" Sitri gently nibbled her nipples, tracing endless circles around them before posing his tongue at their summit.

Clementine's bust was a marvel to behold. Slightly more than a handful, her fleshy orbs danced in his palms, bending to the slightest pressure of Sitri's fingertips. Be it her right breast, trembling with delightful or her left, melding with the brutish man's eager flesh. Both would know equal caresses before they were ruthlessly suckled and bitten by a boisterous Sitri.

"You're like an ice princess! Everything about you is so beautifully white and pink." He gleefully exclaimed, squeezing another mouthful from her breasts.

"I knew it~ I knew you were nothing but a wor– anhh~ a worthless m-mutt~" Dazed by the blistering ecstasy assaulting her chest, Clementine half-heartedly threw whatever jeer came to mind.

"That's right, I'm nothing but a wild rutting dog! Gahahahaha!" His fingers sank into her bountiful bosom, but Sitri allowed her hardened teats to slip through the gaps of his firm clutch.

And as soon as her pink nipples graced his sight, Sitri trapped them within the furnace between his lips.

Soon enough, Clementine's lite body oozed yet more sweat, all while slight jitters, like small electrical shocks, had her limbs quivering. If not for the constant unease of lying powerless on a damp street floor, Clementine felt like she would have truly relished the experience.

"You're shaking… Are you cold?" Sitri asked, lifting his face away from her breasts.

Were they genuine questions, or was that sick monk constantly trying to toy with her mind?

What kind of answer is he looking for?

None, of course. With a devilish smirk, Sitri began removing the clothing on his upper body.

"W-Wait a second! What do you think you're doing?"

Sitri wrapped his shirt into a small ball-shaped towel, "Here," he slid his arm around Clementine's bare back and carefully wiped her flesh of any pebbles, dirt or traces of grime tainting her peach-colored skin.

Her eyes had nowhere else to go.

Sitri's body resembled a marble carving, rather then simple hardened flesh. His imposing pectorals were like two blocks of stone adorning his chest, while his core resembled the gate to an imperial castle, drawing a bell-shaped mass of traced abdominal muscles.

Perhaps her eyes would have enjoyed a longer look, but Sitri pressed her naked chest against his.

"You're so soft, yet so hard in all the right places." He said, while his tongue busily scoured Clementine's neck for more of her deliciously salted sweat.

"Why are you doing all this?" She asked as her neck, ears and chin were coated in Sitri's saliva. "Are you trying to heal me?"

Though the warrior could not see, the assassin's eyes trembled, "Do you think I'm some poor village girl who needs saving? That your caresses and your touch will make me right again?"

Of course, the man chose to indulge his craving, rather than answer the woman.

"That your words will…" She unconsciously sought a deep breath of air, "Have you forgotten the amount of people I've killed? Do you think saying nice things to me will make all of that go away?"

The smack of Sitri's lips as he kissed Clementine's neck resounded in her ears.

"It's over for me. I am no longer human."

Finally, Sitri released her from his embrace. Clementine felt every inch of her breasts gradually slipping away from Sitri's warm and muscular chest.

He placed his hands on both sides of her face, joyfully playing with her blonde hair.

Their eyes met once more, basking in the familiarity of each other's gaze.

Sitri grinned.

Perhaps…

Perhaps there was something inhuman in his grin, as well.

"You're overthinking all of this, Clementine. I just like cute girls. Their bodies, their looks, their words, their feelings, their reactions… I want to taste it, and that's all."

After exchanging those words with him, Clementine seemed to understand.

There was no kindness there, only lust, greed and arrogance.

"I see…"

Sitri started unclipping the lower half of her medallion-covered armor. "Are you thinking that makes me a bad boy?"

Clementine watched wordlessly as he removed her mismatched battle-skirt, leaving her in her tight, skin-hugging black boy shorts.

"But since you're a very bad girl, don't you think that makes us a perfect match?"

He slid his left hand between her thighs and pressed against the mounds of her lower lips. A soft squelching sound echoed in the dark alleyway.

Clementine's spine tensed and her toes unconsciously scrunched up as Sitri toyed with her soaked undergarments.

"Oh, that's a pretty nice reaction." He curled his two index fingers and placed them inside her underwear. "Do you mind if I slide these down now?"

What are you asking me for!? Won't you obviously do it no matter what I s…

Her toes – she could feel them perfectly. She could even move them as she pleased.

The blonde panther proudly displayed her fangs in a twisted smile.

It's almost time to strike… I won't let you get away.

"Ufufufufu~ Go ahead; do as you please with your poor helpless victim~"

Sitri cocked up his eyebrow, but ultimately decided to chalk up the odd reaction to his psychopathic victim acting silly.

He lowered Clementine's undergarments, revealing a noticeable pearly stain where her lower lips had met the fabric.

"Your body is as honest as ever." Taunted the warrior.

"Kyaa~ How embarrassing~" The blonde panther posed her palms against her rosy cheeks, "I guess the truth has finally come to light, right?"

Even my arms… I can move them much better!

"Hmm? And what truth is that?" Sitri posed, as he took a momentary break from the woman's dripping extremity.

"Ufufufu~ You're really going to make me say it?" Her lips widened monstrously, almost far enough to reach her ears, "If you're a mutt, then that makes me your bitch."

Sitri's pursed lips scurried away in the bottom left corner of his mouth, "O… Okay?"

"What's wrong? Isn't it true? Don't you want me to be honest~?"

Crossing his arms in thought, Sitri gazed long and hard at Clementine's illusive expression.

As they approached a minute of silence, Sitri shrugged his shoulders, and dove headfirst between the assassin's thighs.

"Gahahaha! I don't care! Wear any mask you want if it makes you feel better; I'll still get what I want!"

"Oi-! W-W-Wait a second, you bastard! W-"

Pleasure drowned out her thoughts. It began as a ball of ecstasy, deep within her inner thighs, and swelled to the point of dousing her chest in flames of lust.

"Annh~ S-Stop lick-"

The feeling made her body weak, but Clementine managed to keep herself from falling by resting on her palms.

"Gahahaha! Delicious! You're juicier than Sirloin steak, Clementine!"

Within those fuzzy mounds of skin, there laid tender pink walls of flesh which twitched under Sitri's slimy caresses.

It was utterly, intolerably mind-melting.

Her legs moved abruptly, aiming to end the unbearable teasing assaulting her extremity. Sitri's cheeks were flattened by Clementine's thick upper thighs. However, the growing pressure on his skull seemed to greatly amuse him.

"Squeeze me tighter! Make sure I don't run away from this five-star meal! Gahahahaha!"

His tongue slithered deeper within Clementine's vaginal walls, ruthlessly massaging everything in its path. Once her mounds spread to accommodate Sitri's tongue, he caught sight of a small protruding bump, covered by a thin layer of flesh. Of course, Sitri, cruel as one might expect a man who made a hobby of conquering women, immediately attacked it with his upper lip.

Clementine's once sweet moans of pleasure, shifted into loud yelps of forced elation.

"Annh~ M-More! Don't stop!" The assassin gripped two fistfuls of Sitri's hair, and locked her legs around his neck, pulling him even closer to her insatiably hot organ.

Opportunity…?

Later! Surely she would have another shot at loping off Sitri's head, and besides, though she detested the man's words, there was no denying the prowess of his tongue.

Fluids dripped from every crevice of her body – result of the endless foreplay Clementine had endured – and Sitri collected every drop, as if consuming the sweetest nectar known to man.

Her muscles were somewhat invigorated by that darned heat which, throughout their encounter, had both disgusted and captivated her.

Looking down at the fluffy mass of brown hair between her thighs, Clementine smiled deviously and tightened the vice around Sitri's neck.

It was strange… surely she could compress her legs around him, but after a certain point, her strength was entirely rebuked. It was like wrapping one's hand around a soft sponge, only to feel a block of steel at its core.

Obviously it was his skull, but still…

"I'm glad you're regaining your strength, Clem."

"Shut… aanhh~ Shut up and keep licking, you mutt!" She commanded, her voice interlaced with sweetened moans.

"Geez… so demand-" For once, Sitri was the one forced into silence, as Clementine dragged his lips back onto her quivering pussy.

Eager to sate both their cravings, Sitri slid his absurdly long tongue back within the tender confines of her orifice, whilst his lips rubbed against her clitoris.

Gripping onto Sitri's hair like a saddle, Clementine's entire body underwent repeated spasms; her spine arched backwards, then forward, and then backwards again.

It all stemmed from the torrid sensation between her legs, one she had not felt in-

"Annh~ S-Something's coming! I can feel… I can feel…!"

The ball of ecstasy between her legs was about to explode.

"More~! Don't stop, you worthless mutt~ I'll tear your tongue out if you stop~!" Clementine kept clutching Sitri's head between her thighs, forcing him to relentlessly pleasure her quivering organ.

There was not even the slightest moment of pause in Sitri's assault of her pussy. She underwent endless minutes of torrid licking.

Whiteness invaded her chest and skull. It imposed pleasure into every single one of her nerves, forcing her body inward. Both her thighs and breasts wrapped around Sitri's head, while the blonde's feet and toes simultaneously extended in order to release some of the searing tension in her frame.

Her crushing embrace lasted thirty seconds, during which she desperately gasped for air.

Finally, the rigidness in her muscles subsided; Clementine lowered herself back onto Sitri's shirt, breathing heavily, albeit, with a glowing smile.

"Good doggy~" She praised him with bedroom eyes.

"I'm glad you think so, my adorable psycho." Sitri wiped his face and cheeks with his forearm. "But I'm not done with you quite yet."

Clementine felt a tingle at his words. After burning so brightly, the flames of her lust were far from extinguished.

"Haaa? You still want to keep going?" She posed her fingernail onto her lip and added, "You know, now that I think about it, you still haven't pulled out your dick."

The woman staggered to lift her chest back up. She hid her cruel smile with her hand and taunted, "Is there something wrong with it~? It can't get hard~? Or maybe…" She smugly wagged her pinky finger, "Is it too small~?"

"Oooh! A woman's senses sure are sharp!" Sitri stuck out his tongue and timidly rubbed the back of his neck.

"How disappointing~" Clementine scooted a few inches to her left before falling onto her makeshift cot. She casually opened her legs and said, "I'm too tired to move, so just put it in already."

In the corner of her eye, the gleam of her stiletto reflected onto her red irises.

"Yeah, yeah, in a minute. But first…" Sitri grabbed Clementine's ankle while fiddling with the belt of his pants. "…I'll have some fun with these! Gahahahaha!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." She rolled her eyes in ennui, "I almost forgot how much of a weirdo you are."

She tugged her ankle away from Sitri's grip, only to press both her feet against his cheeks.

"Is this what you want, you huge pervert~? How naughty of you~"

"What a cutie!" The warrior couldn't help but chuckle, "You know, I can totally tell you're the one actually enjoying this."

"Mmm~ Is that so?" She placed her soles directly in front of his eyes. During Sitri's momentary lack of vision, Clementine crept a couple more inches leftward. "And what if I am? Take responsibility for turning me into a huge pervert~" She even dug her nails into his eyelids.

Sitri remained blissfully uncaring of her camouflaged hostility. He grabbed both of Clementine's ankles and guided them towards his now bare crotch.

That's when she saw it.


"Uwah! What the hell is that thing?" Clementine shouted in surprise.

"Huh?" Sitri followed the woman's line of sight, and glanced at his own groin. "Have you never seen one before?"

Sitri's rod – thick and veiny – was definitely unlike anything she'd seen before.

"I thought you said it was small!" Clementine roared in bewilderment, "Why does it look so… angry!?"

"Gahahaha! Is that what you'd call it?" He placed her soles on both sides of his fleshy cock and began sliding them up and down its length. "Maybe it's angry at you for teasing it so much."

Clementine's eyes were glued to Sitri's member. Even as her soles, or rather, her bare right foot and her left stocking-covered foot, were pressed onto his penis, there still remained about half its length.

"I want your saliva on my dick." Sitri demanded strongly.

It was the first time she had heard his voice with a semblance of seriousness, and oddly enough, she instinctively wished to obey.

That buried desire greatly angered her.

"You want me to spit on it? Should I slap you across the face too?"

"Gather as much as you can in your mouth, then let it drip down your tongue."

"One day…" Clementine shook her head, "One day you'll meet a woman who's not as accepting of your craziness as I am. Then you'll be in big trouble."

Still, her lust burned infinitely hotter than her disgust, and thus she followed his instructions. The assassin spent the next few seconds gathering fluids in her cheeks, occasionally sloshing it around to increase the amount.

"Bleh~" She stuck out her tongue and unleashed a small waterfall of saliva onto Sitri's member. It trickled down the length of his throbbing cock, and even managed to slip down her toes.

"Thish ish sho grosh~ You 'uined my shtocking" Clementine denounced, her outstretched tongue still unloading its contents.

Sitri tightened his hold on the woman's feet, sandwiching his lubricated penis between her slimy, wet soles.

To feel a man's erect member, gliding between her feet was an unexpected thrill, especially when viler fantasies surged within her heart.

That thing… It's supposed to go inside of me… It… It would definitely split me open.

"Squeeze your toes on the head." Sitri requested firmly.

"Tch… Creepy pervert~"

How stupidly large… She thought, as her peachy toes weighed down on his large mushroom-shaped tip.

Maybe the bumps and contours of Clementine's feet provided the warrior with enough stimulation, but he seemed rather focused on her face – instead grinning at every one of her looks and glances. Whenever she frowned in disgust, he beamed in great joy.

"I want to kiss you while you're scowling. Is that weird?" Sitri prodded, assuredly aware of the answer.

Once Clementine frowned, that was his queue. He released her legs and instead, traced along her hourglass-shaped hips.

"Be a sweetheart, and keep going, will you?"

He wanted her to continue her footjob, which the assassin took as her final opportunity. "Are you an idiot or something? Do you think I'm some sort of spider? I can't move my legs in this stupidly tight spot!"

"Then make yourself comfortable." And though that's what he said, Sitri clutched Clementine's bottom and dragged her even closer to his lap. He settled his lips against hers, lightly caressing her blonde mane.

"Mmmf-! Stop moving me all over the place!" Clementine argued, searching for her stiletto while her chest throbbed with lust.

"Gahahaha~ Then do something about it." Another one of his hellish embraces.

She thrust her hands against his burly chest, but it felt like trying to displace a mountain. "Sto-mmmf~ for jusht a sh~econd-!" Her mouth was lathered in kisses; there wasn't much else Clementine could say.

Anything she tried, digging her nails into his throat or his neck, it made no difference. Sitri would only free her once he felt like it.

"Let me finish~ at least~ Or my feet are gonna get all cold!" She managed to say during one of the rare breaks from having the inside of her mouth assaulted by Sitri's tongue.

Sitri complied, and backed away from the assassin.

Clementine, in turn, witnessed with a mix of shame and desire, as a single strand of saliva bridged their mouths.

"How many first kisses have you stolen, you brute~?" The blonde panther pretended the stretch her legs, but while her captor seemed to ponder the question, she teetered anew to her left, and swept her arm across the ground.

This is where it should be!

Clementine's palm met a steeled surface; she instantly grabbed it and hid it beneath Sitri's shirt. There was no mistaking it; that was her stiletto.

"Why would you ask me about other women? Don't you know you're the only one I care about, Clem?"

"Ooh, what a bold-faced lie~" Revealing her sharp fangs, Clementine started caressing Sitri's rock-hard rod with her feet. "Now relax and let your Big Sis' Clementine take care of you~"

"Big Sis? Is this another one of y-"

"Hush~" She squeezed his meaty cock with her toes, lightly jabbing her toenails into his flesh, "Don't feel the need to comment on everything. Just let me enjoy this~"

It didn't seem like an outrageous request, and perhaps Sitri also felt like he had yammered on for too long, so he silently acquiesced.

"Or are you saying you wouldn't enjoy having a big sister like me? Would you punish me if you found out how much I enjoyed killing? How much I love gouging people's eyes, while they scream in horror?"

Sitri's lips were about to move, but the glare Clementine shot him, as if saying – shut up and go with it – quelled his protests.

She rubbed every part of her feet against Sitri's increasingly twitching cock. Her heels would start at his fat head, and slowly glide down his length, allowing her soles, and finally her toes to comfort the man's painfully hard member.

It was surprising, really, how much control she had over her toes, utilizing every soft extremity with as much dexterity as many probably held in their fingers.

"Now you know," She couldn't help but smile once she noticed the growing amount of precum leaking out of Sitri's tip. "You know just how bad a girl your big sister really is."

She increased the speed of her caresses.

Shlick! Shlick! Shlick!

Her exposed foot and mismatched stocking grew wetter from Sitri's dribbling, clear liquid.

Clementine stole a glance at Sitri's expression. He was no longer entirely focused on her. His head was slightly cocked backward.

Almost there! The cruel blonde panther simultaneously pleasured and stalked her prey.

"So what are you going to do about it? Will you punish her by coating her feet and stocking with your thick smelly load?"

Sitri grabbed both of Clementine's ankles, his ragged breathing a clear sign of what would soon follow.

"That's right, Sitri," Clementine tightened her grip around her stiletto, "Dirty your big sister Clementine with your fat manly cum."

With a single gruff roar, Sitri's cock began spurting its pent-up contents all over Clementine's soles. Shot after shot of heavy white semen first traveled upward before descending on the assassin's pristine peach foot and black stocking.

Even for Clementine, it was a spectacular sight. Five, six, seven: Sitri's spurting cock showed no sign of slowing down.

What a good boy… I guess I should show him my gratitude.

And what better way, she thought, then by thrusting her stiletto right into Sitri's chest?