The Ace in the Hole

You should’ve been shot by now. Somehow, you’re the one doing the backshots and you’re not sure you’re killing it.

Asa was your colleague back in the days when clairsentient was a word you two shared as an advantageous quirk. You two were the top guns at CIRO but due to recent global events, you were both forced to retire—or so you think.

“Asa—” you manage to let out, as your hand is secured on her throat and she struggles to say your name.

She’s on her knees on the edge of your bed, face pressed into the sheets with her back arched. Your hand is around her throat with her choker still on while your other hand is on her hip and you are behind her. Exuberance overflows from both of you after she showed up two hours ago to supposedly finish her job clean and swift. Now, she is here in the shape you wanted her in, beautifully arched and folded. You’re finishing the job but it’s messy; finishing quick is never an option.

“You motherfucker!”

“Asa, language.”

Her nails are in the mattress and her moans grow louder as you penetrate her lovely paechy little ass. You cannot see her face but you can feel all of her. Lube wasn’t an option so you had to use her slick that doesn’t take long to leak from her tiny tight cunt.

“Who sent you by the way?” An inquiry that you don’t really need an answer to, because you know.

That’s the thing about clairsentients, lying is not an option at all. When you fuck her senseless you know every thought she’s having and obviously she understands yours as well and somehow neither of you has ever gotten used to it.

Retirement surely has made you slow. Days just reading fantasy novels and smut from the hit platform Fanprose have dulled your senses. If sprens were real, the room would be crawling with them, tiny wisps in the wind. Two hours ago you were a sitting duck and you certainly thought it was the end for you, but now she’s the one about to break.

You pull her hips back and slam into her ass deeper. Her whole body jolts forward with the impact. Her knuckles turn white on the sheets, the choker slides half an inch under your fingers, and you drag her back by it. Every stroke chips at her mental wall; oh how the professional is losing herself right now.

She finally confesses and it sounds like a moan mixed in with a curse.

“That piece of shit Prael.” She moans to mask her embarrassment because she knows a career in the intelligence industry won’t be an option anymore for her after this failure.

“MI6? How the hell did they pull that off?”

“They contacted me after learning about our retirement from CIRO—” You increase your pace, cock slamming into her ass violently, her cheeks jiggling like pudding at every impact, and she can’t help but scream out loud—the intensity making her pause. “—and of course after our last job, they didn’t want anyone surviving to tell the tale.”

“So they sent you to end me and eat your own bullet after?”

“Something like that.”

“Are you crazy? You were the Ace in the Hole of CIRO. Such talent will be wasted six feet under.”

“You know flattery doesn’t work on me.”

“It’s not flattery, my Ace-sa, it’s a fact.”

“Stop calling me that! I know you’re just mocking me because you were the true ace.”

You feel her waver, somewhere in the middle of her thoughts; the plan she walked in with is starting to look stupid. Her moans shift and something changes in her rhythm. Her walls are tightening; it almost starts to hurt. You feel her decision before she makes it. She’s let go and is nearing her climax. Prael was wrong about trusting her and this is just going to make him furious after, but you’re ready for that outcome. (Who cares, Asa’s yours. Who else will he send?)

You slow down.

“Don’t stop, you piece of—”

“Language! Say it right.”

“Please. Please make me cum.”

You thrust harder as she claws the sheets. Her back arches so deep you feel her whole body work you. Her choker moves under your fingers with every gasp and you keep going. You keep going until you feel her mind tip over the edge of sanity.

Her body violently shakes as she cums and you follow shortly after. You stay in her as her ass squeezes you through it. Her forehead is on the sheets and she is breathing erratically—unusual for a trained killer, which means all of this is as genuine and as raw as you can get from her.

“You still have that safe house in Kyoto, right?”

“I do.”

“…I hate you.”

“Your words don’t reflect what you really mean.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up. Ace in the hole, you said.”

“I meant it.”

“Then I hope you’re prepared for what’s coming next.”

“Why, what’s coming next?”

She takes a breath. “Let’s just say a certain Agent Ahyeon is supposed to do cleanup.”

You hear the back door open and the air goes thin.

“Fuck.”