Cadenzacock (futa-female)

So, I've been playing through Hitman: Absolution, but have noticed I wouldn't really want to. For three days now, every time I've been supposed to boot the game up, I've instead decided to draw something (no dicks there, sorry).

Just today, after I had drawn the random image of the day, I proceeded to write a story about dicks. So might as well dump it here, as we're on topic. Take it or leave it.

Also, I'm trying out that edit-button to make this thread hopefully a bit smarter, maybe to allow dumping of more stories. Let's see if I can figure these spoiler tags out.

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Air was knocked out of my lungs as I hit the wall. The impact at the back of my

head made my vision swim with stars.

Doubling over, I held my gut with my right arm while gasping for air and trying

not to fall to my knees. I shook my head and looked up to get a fix on her. She

was standing a few meters from me, holding her head high and looking down on me,

face blank of expression.

She was waiting for me to make my move, and damn if I was going to disappoint her.

Still starved for air, I held my low posture and started towards her, but froze

after just one step. She had flicked her left wrist and the hidden blade snapped

out of her arm, spraying blood on the ground as it pierced her skin.

My eyes jumped between her blank expression and her hand as she allowed the blade

to slide back in slowly, dripping blood as it went.

Trying to psych me out. Just how far was she willing to go?

I rushed her. Ducking low just before reaching her, I grabbed a handful of sand

and threw it to her eyes. Turning my body, I kicked the arm she brought to cover

her face, in an attempt to force her to roll with the impact. With her back

turning towards me, she attempted to bring her other elbow to my face, but I was

already descenting below her reach. Instead, I hooked my arm around hers and with

our combined momentum, used her shoulder as a fulcrum to spin under her arm and

tried to hit her head with my knee.

Just her head wasn't where I expected. Somehow she managed to deflect the hit with

her free arm, hook the said arm behind my knee and with the same fluid motion grab

my wrist. The only solid purchase I had was of her, so she could bring be down

effortlessly. It was like an overtly dramatic Twister we were playing.

I have no idea how her limbs managed it, but suddenly I found myself pushed

against the ground. She was holding my hands to the floor, with her arms hooked

behind my knees, forcing my legs against my chest.

Before I could utilize the small range of motion I still had to finally boot her

in the skull, she brought her weight down on me, trapping my legs between our

bodies. Perhaps I could still have tried to bump my heels against her back, or

annoy her by poking my knees to her temples, but I figured just squirming would be

just as effective.

And she just held still on top of me. Staring.

I'm sure she knew it's rude to stare.

Especially with those eyes.

Her