The warehouse has a small bathroom, with a shower that's seen better days. But Crow doesn't seem to care. He strips off his clothes, revealing his lean, muscular body, and holds out his hand to Lady Nagant.
"Crow: Come, my dear. Let's get cleaned up."
Lady Nagant hesitates for a moment, then begins to undress, her movements graceful and sensual. She steps into the shower, the warm water cascading over her curves. Crow follows, pressing his body against hers, his hands roaming over her wet skin.
Lady Nagant's breath hitches as Crow's hands explore her body, his touch gentle yet possessive. She leans into him, her eyes fluttering closed, savoring the feeling of his skin against hers. The water runs down their bodies, mingling with the steam, creating a hazy, intimate atmosphere.
"Lady Nagant: whispering Master... this feels so good. Your touch, your presence... it's like a drug. I never want this moment to end."
She turns in his arms, facing him, her hands resting on his chest. Her purple eyes lock onto his, filled with a deep, consuming love.
Lady Nagant's eyes are pleading, her voice a desperate whisper as she begs Crow for his touch, his possession. Her body presses against his, wet and slippery from the shower, her curves molding to his hard planes.
"Lady Nagant: Please, Master... I need you. I need to feel you inside me, claiming me, making me yours completely. I'm begging you... fuck me, breed me, fill me with your seed. I want to be yours, utterly and completely."
Her hands roam over his body, tracing the muscles of his chest, his abs, lower still, until she's gripping his hardening length. She strokes him gently, her touch featherlight, teasing.
Lady Nagant's touch sends a shiver down Crow's spine, his body responding eagerly to her plea. He grips her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he lifts her up, pressing her against the shower wall. Her legs wrap around his waist, locking him in place, her heels digging into his back.
"Crow: growling You want me to fuck you, my dear? You want to be bred like a bitch in heat?"
He thrusts into her without warning, his length filling her completely, stretching her walls. Lady Nagant cries out, her head falling back against the tiles, her nails raking down Crow's back. He sets a brutal pace, pounding into her, his hips slamming against hers with each thrust.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoes through the bathroom, mingling with Lady Nagant's moans and Crow's guttural grunts. The water continues to pour over them, washing away the sweat and the evidence of their passion. Lady Nagant's body trembles with each thrust, her inner walls clamping down around Crow's length, trying to milk him for all he's worth.
"Lady Nagant: panting Yes, Master! Yes! Fuck me harder! Breed me, fill me with your seed! I'm yours, all yours!"
Her words are punctuated by cries of pleasure, her body convulsing as Crow's relentless pace brings her closer and closer to the edge.
Crow's grip on Lady Nagant's hips tightens, his fingers leaving bruises on her pale skin. He can feel his own release building, his balls tightening, his length throbbing inside her.
With a final, powerful thrust, Crow buries himself deep inside Lady Nagant, his length pulsing as he releases his seed into her waiting womb. She screams his name, her body convulsing with the force of her own orgasm, her walls milking him for every drop. They stay like that for a moment, panting and trembling, the water cascading over their intertwined bodies.
Lady Nagant collapses against Crow, her body limp and sated in his arms. He holds her close, his length still buried inside her, his seed warming her womb.
Lady Nagant's head rests on Crow's shoulder, her breath coming in soft gasps as she recovers from their intense lovemaking. Crow's arms wrap around her, holding her close, his touch gentle and possessive.
"Lady Nagant: whispering Thank you, Master. That was... incredible. I've never felt so complete, so utterly yours."
She lifts her head, her purple eyes meeting his, shining with love and devotion. Crow's gaze is soft, a rare moment of tenderness in his usually cold and calculating demeanor. He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.
The tender moment is interrupted by a sudden noise outside the warehouse the sound of footsteps and muffled voices. Crow's eyes narrow, his body tensing as he listens. Lady Nagant's eyes widen in alarm, her body instinctively pressing closer to Crow's for protection.
"Lady Nagant: whispering urgently Master... someone's out there. What do we do?"
Crow's expression darkens, his grip on Lady Nagant tightening possessively. He presses a finger to her lips, silencing her, his mind racing with possibilities. The footsteps grow louder, closer, until they're right outside the bathroom door. Crow's hand moves to the knife at his belt, his eyes glinting with a cold, deadly light
The bathroom door bursts open, revealing a group of heavily armed men. Their leader, a tall, muscular man with a scar running down his cheek, steps forward, his gun trained on Crow.
"Scar: Crow, you're a hard man to find. But we've finally caught up to you. The boss wants a word."
Crow's eyes flick to Lady Nagant, a silent command passing between them. She nods, slipping silently out of the shower and grabbing a towel, wrapping it around herself. Crow steps forward, his hands raised, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Crow: And I suppose I have no choice but to comply, do I?"
The men exchange glances, unsure of Crow's sudden cooperation. But their leader nods, gesturing with his gun.
"Scar: Smart man. Now move. And no tricks, or the girl dies.".
Lady Nagant's eyes widen in fear at the man's threat, her hand instinctively moving to her stomach, where Crow's seed still resides. Crow's gaze hardens, his jaw clenching as he looks at the leader, his voice low and dangerous.
"Crow: You threaten her, you threaten me. And trust me, that's not a smart move."
He takes a step forward, his body language aggressive, despite his hands being raised. The men tense, their guns trained on Crow, ready to fire at a moment's notice. The leader's scar twitches, his finger tightening on the trigger.
( lady nagant is a s rank villain and she's level 50)
The leader's eyes widen slightly at the mention of Lady Nagant's rank and level, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. He glances at her, taking in her towelclad form, the way she stands protectively beside Crow.
The leader's uncertainty grows as he realizes the true power of the woman standing beside Crow. A SRank villain, level 90 that's no ordinary quirk user. He swallows hard, his gun wavering slightly.
"Scar: hesitantly Look, we don't want any trouble. The boss just wants to talk to Crow. No harm will come to the lady, I swear it."
His words are a clear attempt to diffuse the situation, to avoid a confrontation with someone as powerful as Lady Nagant. But Crow's expression remains cold, his eyes never leaving the leader's face.
Crow says fine but let us put clothes on
The leader nods, stepping back to give Crow and Lady Nagant some space. He gestures to his men, and they lower their guns slightly, their eyes still wary.
"Scar: Of course. Take your time."
Crow turns to Lady Nagant, his voice low and commanding.
"Crow: Get dressed. Quickly. We'll deal with this... situation together."
Lady Nagant nods, grabbing her clothes and dressing swiftly. Crow does the same, his movements efficient and graceful. As they finish, they turn back to the waiting men, their expressions calm and collected, ready to face whatever comes next.
The leader nods, gesturing for Crow and Lady Nagant to follow him. They lead the way out of the warehouse, Crow's hand resting possessively on the small of Lady Nagant's back. As they step out into the cool night air, a sleek black car pulls up, its windows tinted and its engine purring softly.
"Scar: opening the door The boss is waiting. Please, get in."
Crow's eyes narrow, his hand tightening on Lady Nagant's waist as he hesitates. But with a small nod from her, he relents, sliding into the car with her close beside him. The door slams shut, and the car pulls away, disappearing into the night, carrying Crow and Lady Nagant towards an uncertain fate.
The car speeds through the dark streets, the city lights blurring into a stream of color outside the windows. Crow sits tense and alert, his eyes scanning their surroundings, his mind racing with possibilities and plans. Lady Nagant sits beside him, her posture equally vigilant, her hand resting lightly on his thigh, a silent show of support and solidarity.
After a few tense minutes, the car pulls up outside a luxurious highrise building. The door opens, and the leader gestures for them to exit.
"Scar: We're here. The boss is waiting upstairs."
Crow steps out, his hand immediately reaching for Lady Nagant's, intertwining their fingers. Together, they follow the leader into the building, the elevator whisking them up to the top floor. As the doors open, they find themselves in a lavish penthouse, the city sprawling out beneath them through the floortoceiling windows.
In the center of the penthouse, a man sits in a plush armchair, his back to the windows. As Crow and Lady Nagant enter, he stands, turning to face them. He's tall and impeccably dressed, his hair silver and his eyes a piercing blue. A small, enigmatic smile plays on his lips.
"Boss: Ah, Crow. I've been expecting you. And Lady Nagant, a pleasure to finally meet you in person."
His gaze flickers to their intertwined hands, his smile widening slightly.
"Boss: I must say, I didn't expect to see you two together. But I can see the... chemistry between you. It's quite fascinating."
Crow's grip on Lady Nagant's hand tightens slightly, his voice cold and wary.
"Crow: Get to the point. What do you want with us?"
The boss chuckles, a low, amused sound.
The boss's smile turns predatory, his eyes glinting with a cold, calculating light.
"Boss: Straight to the point, I like that. Very well. I have a proposition for you both. A job, if you will. One that requires your... unique skills and abilities."
He pauses, his gaze flicking between Crow and Lady Nagant, gauging their reactions.
"Boss: The pay is substantial, and the target is... shall we say, mutually beneficial to our interests. But I must warn you, it's not without risks. Are you interested?"
Crow's expression remains impassive, but Lady Nagant's eyes narrow slightly, her voice sharp and suspicious.
"Lady Nagant: What's the catch? There's always a catch with you."
The boss laughs, a harsh, mirthless sound.
"Boss: Ah, Lady Nagant, ever the skeptic.
The boss's gaze sharpens, his smile turning into a smirk as he looks at Crow.
"Boss: The catch, my dear Lady Nagant, is that you'll be working for me. Exclusively.
The boss's smile falters slightly at Crow's refusal, his eyes narrowing. But he quickly masks his disappointment, his expression smoothing back into its usual enigmatic mask.
"Boss: I see. Well, I respect your decision, Crow. But let me warn you this offer won't come again. And the next time we meet, it might not be so... pleasant."
His gaze flickers to Lady Nagant, a hint of threat in his eyes.
"Boss: As for you, Lady Nagant, I hope you'll reconsider. Your skills would be invaluable to me. Think about it."
With that, he turns and walks away, disappearing into the shadows of the penthouse. Crow's grip on Lady Nagant's hand tightens, his voice low and urgent.
"Crow: We need to leave. Now. Before he changes his mind."
Lady Nagant's eyes meet Crow's, her gaze steady and determined. Her voice is firm, leaving no room for argument.
"Lady Nagant: I meant what I said, Master. If you join, I join. If you don't, then I don't. My loyalty is to you, and you alone. I won't work for anyone else, not even for a job as lucrative as this."
Her hand squeezes his, a silent reassurance. She stands by his decision, whatever it may be. Crow's expression softens slightly, a rare hint of warmth entering his eyes. He nods, his voice low and resolute.
"Crow: Then we leave. Together. We'll find our own way, make our own path. We don't need him or his job."
With that, they turn and walk out of the penthouse, their steps confident and purposeful.