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Secret Agent, A game of Lies. ( X-Vash00 X LustMeSweetly)

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Princess hadn't been in the game very long compared to other agents in her division but she knew she was one of the best. All her scores at been at a 100%, And when demonstrating her skill set she did so with a grace and style that had gotten her the Code Name " Princess. " Which she had been more than happy to take. And now her plan was to live up to that name on her first solo mission.

The Group known as the Vanguard had taken some very precious data, and in their hands the damage that could be done to the world would be dreadful. She absolutely could not allow that to happen. It was the reason she was now inside an air duct moving slowly towards her intended target. She was lucky to be as petite as she was or she wouldn't have even made it this far in the vent. At Barely 5'1 and barely breaching a hundred pounds, she moved easily through the vent.

Lifting off one of the covers, she dropped from the ceiling into an empty hallway, landing perfectly in a crouched position. Her tight leather catsuit hugged her body tightly showing off each and every curve her body had to throw. From the near perfect round ass to the voluptuous breasts that made themselves known, revealing a tid bit of cleavage as the zipper wasn't pushed up all the way. Her chestnut hair tied back in a pony tail to keep it out of her face. She moved forward.

Her back came to a corner wall, as she slowly peered around. She hadn't come across anyone yet which was surprising but this went to show they didn't expect anyone to breach their compound, especially someone as good as her. But still she was cautious. Making her way down the hallways making sure to check each corner, until she had come across to guards standing by a doorway, a doorway she needed to get through.

She took in a deep breath preparing herself, then slowly exhaling she struck. Running around the corner at her top speed, she dropped to her knees to slide hitting the first unsuspecting guard bringing him to the floor, with her momentum she used her hands to push on the ground to spring herself up, allowing her legs to go up and around the second soldiers neck where she gave a quick twist of her body and forced the soldier to jerk and fall smacking his head on the ground. She quickly turned spinning on her hands to move back to the first guard she had knocked off his feet getting up, extending her leg she allowed her foot to hit him square in the jaw sending his head into the closest wall rendering him unconscious. Both men where still alive, and it only caused her to grin at how amazing she was.

Using her index finger she pushed her wire framed glasses up on her nose, as she made her way into the locked room. " So let us see what is behind door number one, shall we? " she spoke in a sweet voice but with a cocky attitude.
 
Zachary Phillips was in the middle of some downtime at a local Banguard safehouse. He was there legally of course, no crimes brought up against him, bot even a parking ticket tarnished his record. That of course was all thanks to Dex's computer skills but that was officially off the record. Vanguard needed their boys to stay squeaky clean incase any of them were in any sort of trouble, they could pull there file, see nothing on it, think that someone this clean couldn't possibly do anything wrong, and let them go. Such naive law enforcement, if only they knew what Vanguard operatives really do, it would probably make people fear them rather than Vanguards plans for the people to idolize them for their patriotic efforts. The thought of being a patriot made him chuckle, thinking shoring more and Vanguards cause and his current state of affairs made him laugh louder. He was currently 26 years old, so he would have been working with Vanguard for about 5 years now. Vanguard's full name is The Vanguard of true American Patriots. An American Ultra-Nationalists that's primary objections is the re-emergence of American global dominance. They believe that successive civilian governments have betrayed American interests abroad. The solution? Begin a revolution to install "temporary" military rule until global supremecy is restored. They have vast funding from various dummy corporations, small governments, and politicians who see eye-to-eye with Vanguard's cause. Zach himself wasn't as fanatic as others in the orginization were, he really only joined up because they offered him a large sum of money, and a chance to fully utilize the skills he learned in his Military Acedemy training. So that's why he's with Vanguard, the money, that's it.

Though as of now that could change. HQ has given him footage of a group of CIA agents that took down a Vanguard op team in Russia that was trying to set off one of their nuclear subs to try and get some things rolling that would put America on top again. In that footage he saw one of the agents that impressed- no, infatuated- him. She was short yes, but she moved between targets with percision and grace, but most of all, she was drop dead gorgeous. It was disappointing to see her not shoot anyone or snap their necks, she merely dissabled them and moved on. So naïve, eventually she would see that they wouldn't stop unless she killed them. She'll learn soon enough.

He was relaxing in his room, the door was locked and guards were outside incase some idiot tried to break in. Vanguard was way too paranoid with him, or at least that's how they seemed right now. They were trying to act paranoid to get the CIA to come and get their data back. They've copied it and their done with it now, time to give it back to make them feel better. He was the one assigned to make sure they get it back. So waiting for someone one to come he decided to take a shower. He stepped inside the bathroom and turned the shower on and letting the water warm up. When it was to his liking he disrobed and stepped inside the shower. He let the warm water run over him. He grabbed the shampoo and conditioner and squeezed the liquid into his hand. He rubbed them together and started running it through his shaggy blonde hair. He washed it out and moved onto the body wash. He squeezed the gel into his hands lathering it up. He then took his hands and ran it over his body, tracing the scars and scratches on his skin. Some of the scars were wide and long from knife wounds, others were small and round from bullet holes. He rinsed off and finally turned off the water.

He toweled off and put on some fresh underwear and warm up pants, no shirt. He slung the towel over his neck and shuffled out of the bathroom and to his bedroom door to go to the kitchen for some food, on the way he heard some faint thumps and grunts. He ignored it. When he reached the door he unlocked it from the inside and the door opened and surprise surprise! The woman he was infatuated with walked right through his door. She was everything the footage showed her to be. Short, with chestnut hair, large breasts and a gorgeous figure. The glasses made her look cute and the catsuit made him smirk. "Well I think you just found what was behind it." He stayed relaxed, not tense looking around for a weapon, and deffinetly not getting ready to strike at her. He was clam and cool, it was time to play.
 
This was becoming a bit to easy both of the guards were taken down without much of a fight at all. She wasn't even stressed a little bit. If this was all the Vanguard had to offer it wouldn't be to long until the Agency was able to bring the organization crashing down. But to Princess all they were over egotistical zealots, no better than your average terrorist. So she would bring them down and make them face the light of justice. She was dreamy about that sort of thing, righting wrongs and making the world a better place. It was why she didn't kill. She figured they all needed to pay for their crimes the right way through the Judicial system.

With both guards down she had opened the door and to her surprise there was a man standing behind the door, a very handsome looking man. She was unaware of who this man was, it was surprising to find two guards outside his door. This was either a prisoner or someone of extreme importance to the Vanguards. " Well, I suppose it defiantly isn't a horrible looking prize behind the door. " She said with a smirk, but her hand reached down to the holster on her leg, withdrawing the weapon to aim at him. She would take no chances.

" Now who are you? " She questioned as she looked him over with her jade green eyes. She didn't have a lot of time, but neither of the guards should wake up for a while but she didn't know who might be coming to relieve them. She stepped inside the door the gun trained on him still, as she closed the door behind her. " I don't have a lot of time, so if you would please be frank. "

Her mission was to get in and out, but if she had found a hostage than that would make her look even better, if this was an enemy of importance then she could take him with her and they could use him for information. But damn he wasn't bad on the eyes, she couldn't help herself from looking over his shirtless form noticing the scars over the well crafted body, forcing her eyes to look back up to meet his. " Please let him just be a hostage that needed rescuing" she thought to herself, almost begging it in her own mind. But she knew that was unlikely to be the case knowing her job.
 
Zach smiled when she cryptically complimented his looks. "Well you're not so bad looking yourself." She didn't take long to draw her sidearm and train it on him. "Why don't you go ahead and put that away. You won't be needing it." He was cofident in his ability to talk his way out of this. Besides if his deduction was right she wouldn't have live rounds in that gun. The non-lethal moves and the fact that she hadn't already drawn and fired was clear cut case that she wasn't about ready to kill him. So he remained in his relaxed manner.

He chuckled a little when she asked him to be frank. "But being cryptic and dancing around a subject is so much fun! Like for instance I could seriously stand here for thirty minutes convincing you that I'm the son of a rich leader of some backwater third world country that Vanguards trying to put pressure on, but since you asked nicely I will. I'm Zachary Phillips, no military career, but I graduated with top marks from military academy. As you by now could have already guessed, I work for Vanguard." Hi eyes kept to hers, he had already gotten a fair amount of time to look at her through the survalence footage, but obviously she was certainly smitten.

It was time to get rid of that gun, it was making things too tense. He put his hands on the towel and acted like they were just hanging on to it. His eyes then flashed to his bow and quiver in the corner to try and distract her. He then yanked the towel off of his neck and snapped it at her gun. If she took the bait then she would most likely lose the gun out of being startled, if she didn't then she would most likely shoot. So he was gambling here, but that's what made it fun.
 
She tensed a bit when he said she wouldn't be needing her weapon, that was rarely the case when someone said that. But his calm relaxed demeanor really put her off her guard. Who was this man? She was intrigued to no end. But she couldn't stand around playing games right now, not even with this hot piece of meat infront of her being quite distracting.

It was then her face dropped a bit into a frown when he spoke which caused her to ready her weapon. " Damn. I really would have prefered the former over the later. I would have personally escorted you home and have been more than happy to take a private tour of your lands. " She spoke with a teasing tone. But alas her dreams had been shattered. Rescueing a rich hunk and having him take her home, as well taking her other places, would have been a fairy tale ending. " To much to ask for. " She sighed her dreams crushed.

" I guess I will still have to take you with me though. Your an unknown quantity and could provide some valueable data. Speaking of data where is the stolen data stored?!" She questioned him. Her eyes following his to the weapon where she distracted for the moment. " Don't even think abo!" She was cut off when the towel slapped the gun from her hand hitting the wall. But she was still quick to react shifting herself into attack mode. She lunged for him, moving quickly dancing around him. Her body defensive as she threw a couple punches into his chest. She would act fast and attempt to disable him quickly.
 
Zach had no intention of going back to the CIA and being branded as a terrorist. So when she sprang into action, surprisingly taking the bait, he reacts in kind. His muscles tensed up as she launched her attack on him, goon for the chest first. A few of her punches landed before he was able to get his guard up and block a few more of her attacks. When she threw another punch he caught it this time and he pulled her close to him. He used his much lager hands and stature to press her to the wall and pinned her hands above her. "I'm not going anywhere with you princess." He waited for her to take a moment to realize the situation she was in. "Two months ago a highly trained strike team was sent to Russia to hijack one of their nuclear subs. You stopped them, no casualties... Very impressive. I saw the security footage, I saw you. You're perfect." She was probably getting flustered at this points, either out of shame or admiration. That was the point to get her agitated, to get her to be uncomfortable.

He released her again and walked over to where the gun had fallen and picked it up. He felt the weight of it and admired it for a moment before releasing the clips and tossing it aside. "Now, how about we forget all of the 'politics' and just enjoy ourselves right now." The hook was out there, now all she needed to was take it so he could set it.

((Sorry it's so short!))
 
She kept up her attack she wouldn't dare give him an inch if she didn't have to, and she definitely didn't plan on having to. He was good though when he finally blocked her. But she was prepared to end it throwing a final punch towards the soft spot on his jaw when he caught it and turned the tables on her. And his strength against her was astonishing. But after all his size and stature vs her petite frame he would have the upper hand.

With her arms held above her head she was pinned to the wall, a shudder going down her spine. She loved a strong man. And she was a tad bit embarrassed to feel a tinge of turn on in her body when he had control of her like this. But she couldn't let him get the better of her as she calculated a way out. And now he was spouting about the mission where she had saved the sub. And it made her head swell a bit even though she was shaken from the current position she was in. " What can I say? It was an easy job. I'll handle this one just the same." She smirked trying to play it tough.

She was surprised when he let her go, her eyes following him as he went to the gun." What do you mean perfect?" She questioned with quite a bit of curiosity. " How would you propose we enjoy ourselves?" She teased walking a bit trying to circle the room, allowing a hand to slide across his furniture slow. She needed a weapon knowing she didn't have much of a chance with hand to hand with this man." And as much as I would like to, I really don't have a lot of time. Remember?" Her eyes once more doing a quick scan.
 
Zach still stood confident, even though he had just released a woman who could very well take care of herself in a fight. Her confidence in her abilities was admirable, she of course took care of a fully armed and specialized task force aimed at one thing, take the sub, body count did not matter as long as it was discrete so to not alarm anyone of their presence. She went in and took care of them, without killing them. It was certainly an impressive feat, one to be proud of as she was right now. "Your confidence is well placed, but I think you'll find this assignment to be a bit more of a challenge than just punching s few guys in the right spots."

She slowly came off the wall and swayed around the room, her hand gently sliding across some of the furniture. She asked what he meant by perfect and it made him think for a moment before letting a smile play across his lips. "The perfect combination of deadly force, gorgeous looks, and a wit as sharp as steel." As she circled the room more he saw her eyes dart across the room as if she was looking for something. He passed it off as just her curiosity getting the best of her. She asked how they would enjoy themselves, that made his smile grow into a cheeky grin. "Well that would all depend on what you're up for."

He saw her eyes dart again and now he knew what she was doing. "You know I'm starting to think you don't trust me. Your gun has been disabled, my bow is on the other side of the room. Now unless you can use a now like me I think it's safe to say we're both unarmed for awhile."
 
He was right this assignment was turning out to be a lot more difficult that just throwing a few punches but there was the problem she needed to incapacitate him and get the data. She coudln't stay and play to much longer or she might get found out. But for the moment all he seemed interested was talking or maybe something a little more but he could just be biding his time.

Her ego sailed up a few more notches the way he talked about her. Calling her perfect combination. " With words like those you can really charm a girl. " And he was doing a really good job of charming. She was starting to fall for it as her ego swelled inside her." And what I am up for all depends on what you offer. " She gave a teasing wink. Had he been the rich son of a ruler from a backwater country several things flashed through her mind of what she would have been up for, a michevious grin crossing her lips at the thought.

He had noticed her eyeing the room and a part of it had just been curiosity but another part of it was trying to continue her mission. " Well it is hard to trust someone who is supposed to be your enemy. And if you don't recall I am pretty short on time. I have data to collect and I don't know how long your unconscious guards will remain unnoticed. So as much as I would love to play I don't really have time." She could make a run for it but then he could sound an alarm. She could try to take him down with the bow but she would only get off a single shot if that and her talent with a bow was lacking. She didn't have a lot of options at the moment.
 
Zach had to laugh at the part about his "guards". "Heheheh, you really think I need guards don't you?" The guards were just a formality that Vanguard put in order to bait the CIA to force an agent to come get it. "Trust me, those guys are lightweight patriotic idiots with guns. I'm surprised you didn't take them out faster and judging how bad the guys from Russia came back in, they'll be out for awhile."

She continued to search and he plopped himself down on his bed and winded down. He was thinking about making things exciting and making a grab for his bow to give a little chase, but that would just disprove his next point. "So just because I'm considered you're enemy because I affiliate myself with a person that pays me a large sum just to do some stuff they say. Sure it can be considered bad but don't you do the same thing? Follow orders blindly because you believe what they say is right?" He knew he was right, she seemed the type to not look at the ripples her missions cause. When she talked about what he had to offer he knew what she was talking about.

He reached over to his nightstand and produced a USB drive. "I think this is what you were getting at. I'll tell you what, how about we all forget about 'politics', sides, and records. We just forget about all of that and just let go and have fun. If you do, the data is all yours."
 
Princess let out a small giggle when he asked about the guards. " Not at all! I can tell your quite capable of taking care of yourself. I just don't know when someone else is going to come across two bodies just laying on the ground. " It was the key concern at the moment. She really couldn't risk anymore time.

But he really did speak the truth. She was just getting paid to do a job, but didn't she believe in that cause? She was keeping civilians safe? She was protecting her country! But he had a point. She slid herself into one of his chairs with her legs swung over the side as she sat almost relaxed but staying on edge, leaning to allow a bit more cleavage to be exposed. " I do suppose you are right for the most part."

She had to sit up in surprise when he produced a USB drive. The data couldn't have been right there. " How do I know that is really the data? Prove it then I shall consider the offer. " She swung her legs off the edge of the chair to sit up properly. " Prove it to me and I will be open to any suggestions you make. " She reached up a hand to push her glasses back up her nose.
 
Zach was glad that she at least saw reason. Soldiers, office workers, public servants, they all do the same thing. They all take orders from those uncharged of them, and the ones in charge of those who are in charge, it was basically a pyramid type chain of command with the grunts at the bottom. He didn't know if either him or princess can be considered grunts, but they followed the same paradigm. The only difference is that Zach didn't blindly believe in what his higher ups told him. He knew about the angles Vanguard was playing. Princess most likely believed that everything she was doing was patriotic and that all of the people she stopped were the most evil threat to the free world. Their obviously had to be some other ulterior motives the CIA was getting at. Using beautiful women to be secret agents? Come on that can't be just because of their skill.

He was pulled by his trian of thought by his eyes immediately following her to the chair that she sat in. The way she did sit in it revealed more cleavage from the catsuit. That just made him want her to say yes more. When she conceded his point he nodded egotistically, "I'm glad you're seeing reason." The USB was still in his hand when she asked about it. "Yeah it's all here."

She was good to ask if it was the legitimate data. He rolled his eyes as he got up ad plugged it in to his desktop. He opened the folders on it and waved her to come see. He didn't know what was on it so she would need to confirm if it was real. "Well? Satisfied?" Automatically assuming he was right, "So about that fun. How about you slip out of that catsuit of yours. You know, get a little more comfortable."
 
Princess did believe in the cause she had been taught to fight for. To use anything she could possibly use to get what she needed no matter what it was all for the service of her country. But while she did fight for her country she also collected a very fat paycheck to play with as she chose to. Was she really so different than him then? He really did have a valid point. So as long as she had the data what would be the problem with being a little social? A girl needed to have her fun too.

" Well I can be very reasonable when presented with a proper argument. " It was actually turning out to be pretty fun talking to this man even though he was the enemy. Her eyes caught him looking at her cleavage causing a smile to come to her face. Pushing herself up from the chair she made a move over to the laptop to take a look at the data to scan over it. " It all seems to be in order." She leaned down close to him over the computer allowing him a better view.

" Extremely satisfied. So far. " She pushed herself away from the desk allowing her hands to place on her hips. " Into something more comfortable? It's not like I have something better to change into. Do you know how tight these things are? Not exactly easy to wear something underneath." She teased in a matter of fact tone.
 
While she looked over the data he took a look over her again. Princess was a remarkably beautiful, full-figured, voluptuous woman. Very short in stature, standing at barely over 5 feet (surprising how short the CIA was making their standards), coupled with generous breast measurements. Her jade green eyes were framed by wire rimmed glasses sitting on pale skin sporting light freckles over her cheeks and nose. She had long, chestnut brown hair which was in a ponytail pulled neatly at the back, he wanted to know what it was like let loose. Her uniform, the catsuit was surprisingly tight. The black leather was taught around all her curves and accentuated beautifully. The only thing left was a little tiara on her head to complete the Princess thing. When she was done looking through the data she leaned in closer to give him a better view of her cleavage as the zipper moved down further. Oh yes this was just getting sweeter!

She stood back to put her hands on her hips giving him that look that makes her look all knowing. He smirked when she was a smart ass about what he meant by slipping into something comfortable. He moved from his spot and closed the distance between them. His hand cupped her cheek as he looked at her win soft eyes, she really was perfect. "I don't think I specified you slipping in to something else."
 
She was really becoming lost in the moment causing her to lose focus on the mission. That had always been a big no go for her, the mission always came first. She had proven herself time and again. She was the best at what she did, it was the sole reason she had been selected for this mission. But for some reason this man had intrigued her from the moment she had come across him. This entire mission was going to hell for the man had a strange power over her after he had her pushed her against the wall earlier. A strong girl like her rarely met a strong enough man to handle her.

With his hand on her cheek she was almost hypnotized while her eyes stared back into his eyes. "No. I don't suppose you did specify..Would you care to?" The ends of her lips curled into a smile, a hand going to her zipper that she slowly began to pull it down allowing it to open to reveal more of her flesh. She was was a super spy but it didn't make her resistant to charm.
 
Zach was growing to like this girl more and more. All it seemed to take was a few snappy words and a quick shove to get her going. Though he was waiting to see her rough side come out, this whole submissive thing to a dominant force was nice, but he liked a girl who could bite back, give him some roar, some fun. He was convinced that eventually it would come out.

When she finally got the picture he smirked along with her. He knew for sure when she unzipped her catsuit. He stopped her hand and took over, sliding the zipper the rest of the way down. As it made it's way down the seam he got a plain view of her bare skin. "Wow, you really don't wear anything underneath this... Kinky." He finally unzipped it all the way and peeled the leather off of her skin. He decided to seize the initiative on this and steal a kiss from her. After that he stepped away and undid the tie to his sweatpants, he walked to his bed and allowed them to fall from his lower body. He was now left in only his boxers.

He sat down on his bed and waved her over to him, "Come here Princess."
 
This man had truly begun to intrigue her. Was he really just another gun for hire? But maybe she would learn more about him soon enough. Taking the situation into account she was about to learn quite abit about the man infront of her, she waswas actually positive that she was going to find out several of his secrets in just a few moments. She found herself extremely excited.

A shudder began to run rampant through her body as a cold chill hit against her exposed flesh when he peeled the catsuit from her body, goosebumps forming all over her tender skin that had been completely exposed to him. " I told you..These suits are very tight..Very uncomfortable to have anything else underneath. We don't really get to choose our dresscode." It was true, the agency she worked for had very specific dress code, they chose all her mission attire. Her thought process being completely broken when he stole the kiss.

When she was called to the bed she very slowly made her way over to him, her hips swaying seductively. When she reached him she moved in close extending her arms to forcefully push him onto his back as she crawled along him, her lips finding themselves against his exposed skin, working from the bottom of his muscular stomach all the way up to the nape of his neck where her teeth began to lightly sink in.
 
He patiently waited for his prize to come to him, and oh what a show. He got to watch her carefully step out of the catsuit and seductively sashay over to him, and he soaked it all in. When was the last time he had enjoyed the company of a beautiful woman. Budapest? No, she ended up getting shot. Nicaragua? No that was really only part of the mission. Spain? Ah yes, deffinetly Spain! The country side was beautiful, and the local fair of women were equally as beautiful. That was the past and he had to focus on the present. Especially with her climbing on top of him with a good shove down. Now that's what he wanted to see! She had a backbon, she knew what she wanted now and she was damn well ready to take it. The peppered kisses were a nice sentiment.

The light hitting wasn't bad at all. "My my Princess it seems you're not as the title says. I always thought of a Princess to be prim and proper. One who put her mission, and her people, first. One to not mess around when there was work to be done." Speaking of Princess' he really was getting tired of the codename. It was cute at first but this kind of intimate moment called for some personal touch.

"So, are you going to tell me your name or am I stuck with calling you Princess?" While she mulled over her answer he seized another moment by firmly clamping his hands around her ass and giving it a nice squeeze. It was supple and perfect, easily meldable in his hands. This down time was really starting to look up.
 
Her lips brought themselves a bit harder now against his neck as her entire body sprawled out against his but barely covering as her small stature compared to his was extremely noticeable. And it was a bit of a turn on. She had no idea what she was really getting herself in to but deep down she didn't care at the moment. She wasn't exactly thinking properly at the current moment as she allowed her body free roam as nature took its course.

Sliding herself downwards her lips continuing to play on him. She had contemplated his question of asking her name. It was a severe breach of protocol to reveal anything but her codename, especially to an enemy. But what exactly was the protocol to say about what she was doing now? Treason? No. More like fraternizing with the enemy. If found out she could get in a lot of trouble, but who was to find out? Time to let her hair down, figuratively and literally she pulled the tiara from her hair allowing it to pull out her hair, letting the chestnut hair fall free.

She moved down even lower to where her hands found the rim of his boxers slowly beginning to pull them down his frame. Her eyes looking up at him hungrily before looking down at piece of meat she had exposed before moving slowly towards it." Abigail. " She revealed her name as she slowly began to partake his meaty morsel into her mouth.
 
Zach continued to smile as he saw her body was dwarfed by his. She played some more as her lips trailed elsewhere along his large stature. He really was surprised at her size when he first saw her. At barely 5'1 she almost seemed like a dwarf compared to his height of 6'4. Though that was only a small detail and one he frankly didn't care about.

He just sat back and watched her work on his borg until she sat up. He wondered if she was about to ask for a little service in return, but was surprised to see her remove her tiara. He figured that it was to get rid of the whole formality of her codename being Princess. With the tiara gone her hair was free to fall down and sprawl out against her back. He used his hand to run it through her hair a few times. Silky smooth, he expected as much from her. After the removing of the tiara she slowly inches her way down until she was able to grab at his boxers and pulled them down to reveal his hardened member. His face remained straight until he heard her name. "Abigail," He murmured to himself, "It suits you." As quick as she said her name she went and placed her mouth around his member and worked her way down it while he moaned out, "Oh Abigail!"
 
Most people took for granted her small size, it tended to have the same effect on the majority of people. She was small so it would very often put people off their guard, such a small girl couldn't possibly a threat of any sort. That was where she often proved them wrong as she was very capable and willing to exploit that flaw in the thought process of people. But in this moment she herself had to contemplate what could possibly happen with a man of such a height and build to what she could only compare to that of a Greek God. But apart from that it didn't seem to matter as she was so turned on that she couldn't stop herself, what she was doing now took her to the peak of excitement that she had never been to before.

Her lips had tightened around the man's member slowly getting to know it as she bobbed her head down, her neck pushing herself as far as she could possibly go on the member before coming back up to the very tip of the shaft, but once at the tip sending herself right back down, getting to know her limit before she began to pick up her pace, as she began to breath in air to suck against the tasty flesh.

She couldn't believe she had broken one of the procedures and told the enemy her name, but look at what she was doing now. It actually sound weird on her ears to hear him call out 'Abigail' . She had gotten so used to being called Princess that she very seldom heard the name she was born with. So now it was a small delight, and each time she said it she pushed herself down with more force going harder against his, pulling off of him for only a moment as she dragged her tongue from the base of the shaft to the very tip before plunging it right back into her mouth.
 
At first she started out slow, almost seeming like she was daunted by the task she was about to undertake. She finally wrapped her whole mouth around his member and slowly began to bob her head. He liked the slow pace to start. It allowed him to feel all of the sensations her small and wet mouth could give him. As her tongue worked its way up and down he began to ease back and enjoy himself for now, but that was short lived as he couldn't help but think about his situations rich now and what would have happened if any of the other agents got this assignment. Llewllyn would have kept at the stand off with her, made her think she had he upper hand and put a bullet through her skull. He didn't even want to think what Hector would have done. Daniel was too honor bound to do anything but the task he was assigned. Olivia? Oh he didn't even want to start on his half sister!

His chain of thought about his fellow Vanguard agents takes on a misssin, specifically this one, was broken by her sudden increase in speed and force. The slow sensations started blurring together as she forced herself down harder and harder on him until she had to catch her breath. Even then she was still on his cock as her tongue ran up and down it while she caught her breath.

As this procedure continued he placed one of his hands on top of her head and gave her some light pushes to help as well as to signify a good job. His small grunts and deep breaths had now started to become loud moans and quick, shallow, breath as things started to come closer to an end.
 
Her tongue played around the head, licking at the tip to get a taste from him. And what a delicious taste it was. It almost drove her insane when he placed his hand on her head, so he was enjoying it as much as she was, that was good and it got her excited. Causing her to move even faster now as she had become more acquainted with his body, finding the tender spots that would drive the pleasure home. Taking shifts from sucking on him to allowing her tongue to glide around the shaft before she went back to work.

Princess could barely believe the situation she found herself in, the mission had pretty much gone to hell the moment she had met the man. But the data was in her grasp, so what was a little down time? And when was the last time she had gotten to have fun? She was always working, so this was the first time in a bit she was actually enjoying herself fully. Allowing herself a small bit of freedom.

She allowed herself to go down as far as she could on his member, as she softly nibbled at it. Her left hand coming up to gently caress the base of his shaft, softly taking a hold to run her hands along even lower, taking his low extremities in hand giving and giving them gentle attention, as her more brutal assault above continued.
 
So she wasn't going as fast as he thought she was? Who cares he was enjoying every second of it! While the slow and sensual was great for a time, this new second wind was great. She even decided to switch up her tactics, occasionally switching from sucking on him to gliding her tongue up and down his member, which turned out to be surprisingly good seeing as it was just her tongue and nothing else. Her exploring and experimenting paid off as she was able to find his sweet spots forcing him to grab a fistful of sheets with the hand not occupied on her head. "Damn you're good!" He hated to admit that, but it was the truth and he thought she at least deserved some praise, he never got any. Just a pat on the back and another mission file.

He jolted a little when she gripped his balls, normally the only thing that ever went there was someones fist or foot, it was a dirty tick but it was effective so he was always prepared to go on the defensive incase some decided to try and sneak a shot there. Her quick pace combined with her hands runic along his balls and shaft had him taking ragged breaths as he tried to delay the inevitable until he wanted it to. Sadly the mind was willing but the body was weak and he felt his climax building, "Ahh I'm going to cum!"
 
A small grin had come across her lips when he had called out about her being good. She was a natural at such things, besides she had been trained to use her body in any manner needed to complete a mission. But this time it wasn't about about the mission, she was actually having fun. And her enthusiasm only grew with the praise, her lips sinking even further down onto him only to pull up fighting against the force as she sucked against his flesh.

Her hands rubbed softly on his balls, while her mouth continued to work. Sliding her tongue quickly down his shaft once more before returning it into her oral orifice, going down only to pull of with a 'pop' sound when he said he was going to cum. Her eyes looking up at him sweetly " Where would you like to shoot it? " She asked giving him the option to release his seed wherever he desired. Her hands never letting up on him as her mouth took a break, one hand still on his balls while the other hand moved to glide gently across his manhood, gripping it firmly and giving it a repeated tug.
 
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