It was such a small courtesy, such a small favor. He wasn't a man who did things for free, but Yor had been a tremendous asset, and a tool he liked wielding; why shouldn't he give her a little warning? If for no other reason, so he could call on her in an hour of real need for the greater good.
Nobody was going to take a hit on her family without his guild hearing of it. Simply feining interest and passing along certain details to the supposed target was all it took to make sure she stayed alive. Not to mention the absolute destruction of the would-be client they betrayed.
That was always a condition; nobody could live to know they'd been ratted out.
Yor had no qualms about this sin.
She'd killed so much more for so much less. It helped to believe they were bad people and that the cause she fought for was true, but she knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that this cause was worth killing for. Protecting her family, what else was a mother for?
As luck would have it, she knew the target and could even take a vindictive pleasure in ending the evil old hag's life. Some old money parasite with more cash than good sense, they thought to generously, and charitably, clean up their school of some foreign trash. Not so long after Anya beat their brat in a graded debate, go figure.
The old bat had threatened to sue and accused her little girl of cheating, but it looked like she'd decided to take a different route.
That would be the last mistake of her life.
A simple mansion estate was far from the hardest break in she'd ever participated in, but many of the old regime grew paranoid in these last few years. Not to mention the smuggler tunnels or caches or secret dungeons that a truly ancient estate might hold; it wouldn't be the strangest thing she'd ever seen.
The more immediate concern for her was the cast iron gate and the dogs on the other side of it. Sleeping pills stuffed in meat would be the more traditional method, but Yor found tranquilizer darts far more fast-acting. Less harmful for the animal too, oddly enough. Like a wraith, she smoothly scaled the gate and ran across the home's extensive lawn towards the windows.
It was only a matter of time before the hounds were discovered; the clock was on!
Three targets, all of whom lived in the mansion and, as per recent scouting, were currently inside; Grundle, Mark, and their adult son Nathaniel! All were in on this conspiracy, and all of them had to die for her to keep her promise to the man helping her with this information. None of them held any particular skill or consideration as targets, big shocker, but there were certainly armed guards on the premises.
Yor scaled the wall in a breath, bouncing from a pipe to an awning to the small keyhole with lockpicks out in a flash! Ten seconds, not her best work, but she was inside before being spotted. The wide hallways of the second floor felt ominous; something about the lack of view over the ground floor unnerved her in a way, or maybe it was just the dark red color palette.
All manner of decorations were passed as she made her way to the third-floor bedroom, mostly sculptures and paintings, a few weapons, old weapons. She also saw a large stuffed bear when she finally got a view of the main living room. Animal trophies always made her scoff; the ones stuffing them always seemed to be rich fools who couldn't catch a rabbit if their lives depended on it. Folks who hunted with a ten man party to do all the tracking for them just to get the last shot.
There was some twisted humor in murdering one of those 'huntsmen'.
One armed guard had their jugular pierced from afar as she closed in on the master bedroom, but that was the height of the civilian casualties. The only ones she'd feel any real guilt over. Dying in their sleep was too good for them, but she was here for results, not justice, and certainly not her own pleasure. They were quickly, quietly killed, and Yor was gone the way she came in before anyone had time to scream.
Washing and redressing had become a significantly more complicated part of her trade in the last few years, but she got it down. A gym membership came with a locker, and that was all she really needed. That and an ally entrance that let her into the gym discreetly, of course.
Her brother would cover for her absence, only knowing that she needed a break from the family and was off relaxing somewhere. Loid and Fiona believed that she was attending some mandatory family matter with him. It was a convenient lie, and it had worked well so far. The lie was, of course, completely necessary, but it still carried some guilt.
Not less so when, like tonight, her two sons and one of Fiona's girls too ran into her arms to greet her at the door.
"What are you little guys doing up so late?" she tried to sound stern, but that was hard for obvious reasons. One of those reasons scratched the back of his head nervously as he laughed. Still, she let him take a short kiss before answering.
"I may have foolishly promised them they could stay up to wait for you. I'm so, terribly sorry,"
"Yeah! He said we could wait and then we'd go to bed and then have breakfast together!" Yogi piped up, still wiggling excitedly as he held his mother by the pants.
"I think maybe we'll make that a late brunch, or lunch, you're mother must be dead on her feat," he declared, earning the children's ire. Both of them looked up with tears threatening to spill. "What, you want to wake up in just three or four hours?"
"We could always have breakfast now," Yor suggested, smiling down at the precious little boys so eager to spend time with her. The events of the night, the threat they were all so blissfully unaware of, had her in no mood to deny them. Even as Loid chuckled and sputtered out his weak protests, she went about to work. Before long, he was helping her start the various gadgets, cracking eggs while she made toast and set the table.
The kids were giddy.
Though the noise did wake the rest of their family, minus the infant, thank goodness, and the chore grew a bit from there. The family still shared a lovely meal. Laughing and chatting faintly as the kids struggled to keep upright and insisted they weren't the faintest bit tired. Yor herself had quite an appetite, eating half a dozen eggs and plenty of other items!
Loid couldn't help but wonder how she stayed so damn beautiful. Even after two kids, she worked herself back to prime with remarkable speed, sculpted herself down to the living weapon that she was! He didn't know where she found the time with all the childcare, but he was grateful for it. Not as grateful as he really should have been, given all the background context, but such was the life of a professional assassin.
Yor was still very happy with her husband.
So happy that when they did finally crawl into bed together at the end of the night, Yor crawled right on top of him. He gave a quiet, breathy chuckle as she came closer. Looking into her vibrant red eyes as she pecked him and whispered out a short 'hush!
Then she left a trail from his mouth down to his neck. The soft smack of her kisses was the only sound in the quiet room, that and Fiona's peaceful breathing asleep beside him. Yor didn't even make the bed creak as she stretched and wheeled around to shower him with her affection!
What a woman.
He couldn't help but reach a hand up to squeeze her lithe little ass firmly, and feel the softness of her body. A ghost of a snicker in the crook of his neck seemed like a positive reaction. His other hand came up to join it, pressing and kneading either of her cheeks as her kissing continued. It wasn't until his hands crawled up under the fabric, greedy for her bare skin, that her own actions paused.
Yor craned up, face an inch from his, and stared while her hands got to work. Loid chuckled and ran a hand through her frazzled hair; she hadn't brushed it since taking it out of the ponytail she cooked with, so he had to be gentle not to tug. Not that Yor always minded some hair pulling; this just didn't seem like the time.
She was being so slow and sweet, just radiating loving adoration.
When his cock sprang free, she pressed her torso down into his, and Loid decided to pull her shirt up enough to free her bare breasts. He was already shirtless, and he fucking loved the feel of those breasts against him. Yor didn't mind it either.
"I love you so much, Loid," she admitted.
"I love you too; I can't believe I was lucky enough to find you," he agreed, pulling upward for a short kiss on her mouth. She playfully pushed into him much harder, pinning his head back to the pillow before bouncing back up! Before he could react, his cock was lining up with her womanhood. It was nearly invisible in the dark room, but he knew the feeling well.
Of course, the teasing taste of rubbing against her entrance was nothing compared to the pleasure of her actually sinking down onto his cock, of actually being inside the woman he loved. One of the women he loved. It was for that unmentioned other woman that he pulled Yor's head against his shoulder, let a long shush in her ear.
They had to be quiet; Fiona deserved her rest, and nobody knew that better than them. Yor having gone through recovery herself and both living with the woman, the months after giving birth were no cakewalk. Especially when the mother insisted on breastfeeding and thus had to wake up so painfully often to tend their child.
Yor was more than enough lady for any man; only a complete pig couldn't be satisfied sleeping with such a spectacular specimen of a woman. How many men would give a week's wages for her direct attention? It made him feel so accomplished, so desirable, that he could convince a woman like her to love him, let alone have a family with him!
That wasn't even mentioning the fact that she put up with another woman in the relationship.
Of course, they'd grown to love each other as much as him, so perhaps that point fell apart. Still, it was nice to be with just her, share a special, intimate moment with only the two of them. Especially after that spectacle, watching her delight their children and get them back to bed with an unexpected family meal. It was one of those moments that made him want to take her gently, to hold and savor more than to fuck. The darkness lent itself to that feeling greatly. Both being nearly blind lent to the feeling of connection, making them both acutely aware of how close their bodies were.
For all that sweet talk, though, it didn't take long for Yor to go crazy. To begin hammering her hips against his like a machine, slamming him with enough force to bruise while somehow not impacting the bed! The most noise was from their mouths and the soft squelching of their lower half's clapping.
Neither was enough to cause real worry, probably inaudible completely to anyone outside their room.
Really, it's only because Fiona was such a master of perception that she woke up. The squeal Yor leaked out wasn't much louder than her normal speaking volume and only lasted a moment, but it was enough to flicker her eyes open. She stole a glance of Yor clenching up tightly over Loids body as he gasped and pumped out his own orgasm. She wasn't upset to have been left out.
The years had worn down her insecurity and filled her with a deep love for Yor. It might have even made her love Loid even more, though she'd have sworn that was impossible. Creating and raising a child together had a way of deepening a bond.
Besides all of that, she's specifically told them to let her sleep in these instances.
None the less, she announced the fact that they'd woken her up. Laughing quietly, but out loud, and drawing both eyes to her. It also made both sets of eyes fall in almost perfect unison, both displaying the guilt and remorse in their eyes, as well as the heavy embarrassment.
Fiona just stroked a hand down Yor's arm, taking a hand in hers before speaking.
"How was your brother?"
"Oh, uh, y-yeah he's fine, everything's fine, great even!" she offered, bumbling out her lies in that way she did. Fiona figured she was probably covering up a threat to their family. Knowing Ostanian intelligence, it was probably one Loid had already discovered, dealt with, and scrubbed off the face of the planet. Surrounded by her new family, for all the danger and the target placed on them, Fiona had never felt safer in her life.
"I'm so glad to hear that," she answered honestly. "You know, if there's ever anything wrong, you can tell Loid and I, we'll deal with it. The foreign embassy is great, so just let us know if there's anything that we need to worry about,"
"W-wha- why would there be any reason to worry, everything's fine! We're perfectly safe; I'll always keep you and our family safe!" she offered, sounding somewhat believable as she pivoted away from the lie. As she said the second sentence.
Fiona and Loid both chuckled.
"Of course, dear, and we'll always protect you," he replied, taking her other hand in his, raising it to his mouth, and kissing it affectionately. All three were secure in the knowledge that another was blissfully unaware of their real danger.
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