2025-05-09 22:20:33Rhok!
That was his name for as long as he could remember, a vivid memory slid into his consciousness against his own will. But he was familiar with it already.
His grueling past. Made an orphan by war and kidnapped to become a toy that could be replaced. Or so his seniors had thought.
But he survived. He refused to die no matter what they had done to him. They had taken his emotions. His dreams. Aspirations and most importantly.
His humanity and identity.
His name was Rhok for as long as he could remember. It was the only name he had been called.
And he was an Assassin.
His eyes flew wide open and he tried his best to control his breathing. He felt beads of sweat drip to the sides of his face. He was drenched and exhausted.
That dream always had that effect on him.
He sat up on the bed and looked to his right. Laying beside him was a beautiful well curved woman and she was undressed.
Rhok licked his lips. He had never forgotten why he was here. For business but he decided to take a little pleasure while having business.
He reached over to her firm breasts and grabbed them. He heard a soft moan escape from her lips and smiled to himself. His heart thumping as blood flowed intensely between his legs.
He threw the blanket off.
"Awake already?" Her soft voice whispered to him. "You're quite strong for a man of your age" she giggled.
Rhok drew her closer to him. He was gentle with her. Her skin was soft, so much so that it made him wonder if she never skipped her skin care for a day in her life.
Before she could say another word, he locked lips with hers. Slowly and gently, he bit on her lips while his fingers traveled the distance of her body in mere moments.
He soon found his way between her legs and stroked her gently.
"Aah"
Her moan was quiet and small. Held back for whatever reason she thought was right.
"I'm just fifty four... There's nothing weak about me" Rhok grumbled, lips close to her ears, slowly and calmly he licked her neck slowly, planting kisses in the places that mattered.
"I... Refuse to... Believe you're that... Old!" Her voice came out in breaks. For obvious reasons.
Rhok's lips had found their way to her firm breasts. His tongue flicked and swirled around her nipples fondly. Every movement he made, earned a gasp from her lips.
His fingers dove once more between her legs, gently he caressed her, savouring her reaction, her moans, her dependency on him for pleasure. He loved it.
It was one of the few things he'd come to enjoy in life.
He brought out his fingers, a thin string of her juices slowly slipped down his hand, she was wet enough.
'Enough with the foreplay.'
He mounted her, finding his way between her legs. He stuffed a pillow underneath her waist to make it easier for him to go as deep as he needed to.
Experience had taught him that.
"Why did you have to stop now..." Her voice came in gentle gasps as she complained of Rhok's selfishness. But he didn't care.
He simply looked at her and smiled. Without a single word, he placed the tip of his Dick just at the lips of her flower and rammed in it.
"SHIT!" she screamed.
Rhok grinned wickedly.
That was how he liked it. Giving the subtle ultimate pleasure and taking it away all so suddenly. Giving her a new experience she couldn't refute while all at the same time wanting the former.
"Hush now, your husband might hear you" he placed his finger on her lip. She nodded at him, biting her lower lip and simply laid down.
Of course Rhok was lying.
Her husband currently lay in a pool of his own blood in the bathtub. Killed by Rhok himself with a silver string and a sharp slice at his throat.
No sound was made. Rather no sound could be made. The man drowned in his blood, gurgling from his throat while life bled from his eyes.
He drew himself out from her slowly, he could hear her breathe out in relief. But he was just getting started.
Rhok loved sex. Simply because lust was the only human emotion that never destabilized his mental prowess.
If anything, it gave him clarity.
Rhok held her with both hands and kissed her gently, ever so lightly. His touch gave her the assurance that she needed.
That he would be gentle.
Lies.
His teeth bit gently against her lower lip as he rammed into her as hard as he could. Her cries of pain and pleasure meant nothing to him.
He desired to fuck her and he did exactly just that. Properly.
"Please.. I'm begging you... Stop..." her cries turned to screams, but Rhok was relentless. He fucked her till she could make no sense of her words no more.
Till her legs shuddered in pleasure. Till her cervix bled with pain and abuse. Till she moaned her husband's name in anguish and regret.
Half wishing her husband could fuck as well as this stranger could. Half wishing her husband could come save her from this terrible pleasurable onslaught.
Her mouth hung loose as she could feel a certain pressure build up inside her. A sensation she hadn't felt in years. She gritted her teeth and dug her nails into Rhok's back...
Praying this madman wouldn't stop fucking her till she got her release.
Soon, her body reacted on its own. A flood of relief and pleasure vibrated through her. She felt it in the very center of her being. She was laid bare, vulnerable and sucked dry.
Sex had felt so wonderful to her.
She opened her eyes to see the man that had brought her such bliss. But confusion riddled her face.
Her eyes met that of Rhok's. But a black barrel was also pointed in front of her face.
A gun?
PEW!
A bullet buried itself in the middle of both her eyes.
Rhok unscrewed the silencer then replaced the gun back on the table. The silencer was the possible best in stealth mission such as this.
"Mission accomplished" he whispered. Finally allowing the relief to wash over him.
This was his last mission after all.
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The fire had long died down, yet Rhok remained awake, his back against the cold stone wall of the ruined shrine. The night was still, the kind of silence that gnawed at a man’s ears, making him believe there were whispers hiding in the quiet. The corpses of those he had cut down earlier still lay scattered outside, untouched by scavengers. Even they seemed unwilling to disturb the ground he now haunted.Veyra had already drifted into uneasy sleep, curled beneath her cloak, her chest rising and falling with sharp breaths. Rhok had almost envied her—her ability to slip into sleep even after watching him carve through men as if they were straw. He could not. His mind was too loud.He thought of the words she had said earlier. You’re not mortal anymore, Rhok. Stop pretending you are.It rang in his head like a bell struck too hard. She hadn’t meant it to wound him, but it had. Because sh
Chapter 197. The Echo of Mortality.
The room was quiet now.No chants. No pleading voices. No rattling chains or clashing seals of light. Only silence, broken by the faint drip of blood sliding from the stone altar onto the cracked floor. The cultists of Dawnlight had been reduced to nothing more than husks, their bodies scattered in the shadows like discarded garments. Some were frozen in mid prayer, faces twisted in devotion that had turned to terror the moment his black frost swept through them.Rhok stood in the center of the carnage. His breath came slow, steady, almost unnervingly calm. His hand was still raised, the frost lingering along his fingers, faint trails of smoke curling upward like ghostly incense.He stared at them, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he hesitated.The corpses looked different to him now, not enemies, not obstacles, not zealots blind in their worship. Just bodies. Human bodies. People wi
Chapter 196. Blood of the Dawnlight.
The fortress walls groaned as if alive, stone and steel whispering secrets of centuries past. Rhok moved through its hollow belly, shadows clinging to him like loyal dogs. The air smelled of burnt oil, rusted chains, and incense, a sickly sweetness that didn’t belong here. He could feel it before he saw them: faith, twisted and burning, pressing against his chest.The Cult of the Dawnlight.He hadn’t expected them here, buried in the bones of an old fortress. Dawnlight worshippers were usually loud, fanatical, building temples of gold and fire in the open. But these were different, quiet, coiled, and waiting.The first of them stepped forward. White robes painted with sunbursts, but stained with something darker. Their faces glowed in the flickering torchlight, eyes glistening as if fevered with holy fire. And then—one of them smiled, almost kindly, as though greeting an old friend.“At last,” the man whispered. “The Nameless walks into the heart of the sun.”Rhok’s hand twitched near
Chapter 195. The Silent Fortress.
Rhok walked through the jagged cliffs with the wind tearing at his cloak. The world here was always cruel, but this stretch of land felt emptier than usual. No carrion birds, no scuttling vermin, not even the soft hiss of sand moving across stone. It was silence, the kind that presses into your ears until you can hear your own blood.At first, he thought it was simply his imagination filling the void. But then he stopped, tilting his head as the air seemed to vibrate faintly. A sound, fragile as if whispered into the cracks of the world, drifted into him.It wasn’t the voice of the living. It wasn’t the echo of wind. It was something else entirely.Come…He froze. He had learned enough by now not to trust any beckoning in this realm. Still, the pull was undeniable, like threads tugging at the marrow in his bones. Rhok clenched his fists and exhaled.“Fine,” he muttered. “But if this is another trick, I’ll burn the ground behind me so no one else follows.”The whisper grew stronger the
Chapter 194. Whisper of Velmira.
The night stretched long, the silence heavy. Rhok walked the worn path alone, only the crackle of fireflies flickering in the distance to remind him that the world had not yet gone silent. His boots scraped across broken stone, every step echoing faintly, swallowed by the darkness of the underworld’s veins.He felt it before he saw it, her presence. Like a ripple in still water, Velmira’s essence crept into the cracks of his mind. His chest tightened, not in fear, but in recognition.The shadows stirred, and suddenly, shards of fractured light cut across the path. Each shard carried her face. Her eyes, grey, almost silver watched him from a hundred angles, reflections trapped in broken glass that wasn’t really there.“Velmira.”Her lips curved in a half-smile, voice dripping with mockery and allure. “You still remember me. I thought maybe you’d forgotten. You seem to forget things easily these days… like your humanity.”Rhok exhaled, letting the words wash over him. “Humanity? I burne
Chapter 193. Sky Weeps Ash.
The day began as nothing more than a quiet wander.The fields outside the ruins stretched wide, dotted with tall grass swaying in the wind. Veyra walked beside me, carrying a basket she had stolen from a village some miles back. She claimed it was for berries, though most of what she’d picked so far had already ended up in her mouth. She hummed as she walked, and for a moment it almost felt like peace.But peace never lasted long with me.The wind shifted. Clouds, heavy and low, began to roll across the sky. The sun dimmed, and in its place came something wrong, a glow like a furnace door cracked open far above. I stopped moving. The air tasted of smoke, dry and metallic.Then the first flakes began to fall.Ash.At first Veyra thought it was snow, lifting her hand up and laughing. “It’s summer, Rhok. How could it snow...” Her voice broke when the gray smear melted against her palm, leaving streaks like charred dust.She looked at me, fear crawling into her eyes. “This isn’t normal.”
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