Throne of the Nameless.

Chapter 1. Rhok!

Rhok!

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.