One-Shot Story: Lenore (edited and revised)

"this is, in respect to the author who is a good friend of mine, this story belongs to Allen-Itami, i merely edited and revised it, please comment, even if it isn't good but please be respectful to me and the author if you happen to like my editing abilites please feel free to contact me and i will work on anything you can present me with have a good day (night)"

Tags: Futa - Male, Mentions of Male - Female, Masturbation, spanking, anal, deep throating, face cumshot.

Short Summary: Onyx Silverfang is an assassin on a job. During his latest mission he fins himself attracted to a beautiful woman and winds up biting more than he can chew....

Author's Notes: this is my real first attempt at a story like this, so please be kind to it. If people like it enough then I actually have enough ideas to turn it into a full length story with a better backround and plot line. Just let me know, all right.

Lenore:

The air of the night is frigid, chilling right to the bone, the sky slightly obscured by the rolling fog of the nearby ocean. The slightly wooded path of plain and rustic brick was softly illuminated by the lamp posts, even they dawned the rusted but were only modeled to look that way, buildings all around the park were also rustic and old looking, despite each and every one being at the peak of what was able in that day's era of technology. The crescent moon shining a surprising amount of light over the park allowing even more light to be seen.

A young man in a long black duster trench coat stood by one of the lamp posts, waving away a vender droid that offered him something warm to eat or drink. He reached into his pocket, one dark mocha hand pulling out a pre-rolled cigarette, lighting it and taking a quick and long drag, letting the blue smoke float in the air before him. Golden-yellow eyes surveyed the building that was taller than the rest, brightly lit and modern looking despite the rest of the area. His eyes traveled as high as possible until he is unable to make out anything other than the glow of the lights.

A jogger passes causing him to nod at him politely, pulling his coat closer around him for warmth and readjusting the black scarf wrapped around his neck that obscured most of his rather exceptional face. The last thing he needed was for someone to recognize him and reporting his image to the police if there were any witnesses to this assignment.

He produces a thin black hair tie, using it to tie back his messy white hair into a short ponytail. Better to keep it out of his, as he used one hand to re-check the various weapons and equipment he had hidden all over his body. He glanced around for any other folk to pass by before finally making his move towards the central building. Getting to the building wasn't gonna be hard, but getting inside would prove a whole other matter all together. With the security drones, cameras, heat signature radars, and those were just the basics of the security measures he wou