Late 20s tgirl. Elf ear pervert. Some say hemipenis girl. Writing mostly original F/F. Stories will frequently be horny so if you're under 18 you're getting blocked.



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Silently, the Assassin dislocates their thumb and slips their wrist from its shackle. They pop it back into its socket and draw a lockpick from a hidden compartment in the sole of their boot.

In moments, they are free. They melt into the shadows and slip past the guards, effortlessly moving through the castle.

Fucking masquerade jobs. Everyone thinks it's so clever, oh you can just walk right up to them and kill them in front of everyone, slip into the crowd quick enough and no one is any the wiser. If they had their way they would have just slit the Queen's throat in her bed and been done with it.

They spy a window. The sun is just barely setting, they must have misjudged the passage of time slightly.

That's okay. They can wait. It's not like they're excited to report their failure.

They slink through the halls, looking for a place to wait for cover of night.

Climbing a staircase, they spot the Queen and her retinue.

The Queen is held against the wall of the landing, both of her hands buried in the hair of the other two women. She's kissing the Knight passionately, and the Fool is on her neck.

They're rather distracted. It'd be simple to kill her right now.

But the contract is almost certainly void.

The Queen breaks the kiss to switch between her lovers, her lips crashing into the Fool's in the span of a single breath. The Knight wastes no time nipping at her ear, whispering something low and presumably filthy.

The Assassin slowly backs down the stairwell. Not their problem anymore, as far as the guild is concerned.

Good for her, honestly.

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