Nina

The snow burned like fire.

“ROUND TWO!”

She looked up. The sun was dying quietly and soon it would be dark and blue and cold on the plains. She studied her opponent carefully. She wondered distantly whether he had noticed the sheath strapped to her leg. She would surprise him, she would kill him, she would slit his throat. She would kill him quietly and quickly and run. She would hide in the dark forest to the south of the crossroads by the crooked tree and wait for them. They would hand her the money in solid thick green stacks and she would kill them too. She wouldn’t know how to pilot the helicopter but she would fly it across the frozen lakes and round hills and deep mountains and escape from them. She was scared and cold and sick and quite alone in the world and the money would pay for the doctor and the bribes. She would escape. She would live.

Nina got up slowly. Her silky black assassin’s costume was soaked with sweat and melted snow. He sneered as he watched her wipe dark blood from her porcelain face.

The tall Japanese man in red and black flamed kickboxing pants whispered something to the guard. They chuckled.

Her dark bodysuit was torn, exposing bloody elbows. Her left shoulder was bare. She blinked. Slipping off a dark glove, she drew a let a sweaty gloved hand drop to her hips. On a whim, she wiped her hand over her butt, looking up at him slowly.

Kazuya raised an eyebrow and chuckled.

“Nina Williams...” he said slowly. “Are you trying to tempt me?”

“Maybe I am.” she whispered.

She suddenly collapsed in a fit of coughing. Something wet and cold. She slid to the cold ground weakly holding her ruptured stomach.

He walked over to her. She saw him, dimly, helpless. He only snickered and held her pale face.

“I could kill you right now.”

He thrust his knee into her stomach, feeling taut muscle.

Nina gasped. She closed her eyes. Her pale face was drenched in sweat.

The Russian forest was greener than green and the air shivered when it breathed. He looked up at the gray skies, and into her blue eyes. Her eyes were profoundly silent.

She screamed. Kazuya gasped and choked. Holding his throat, he backed away from her. Nina smiled grimly, wiping blood from her mouth.

He felt her steamy thighs around his neck and slam him into the cold hard ground. She thrashed him again and again. Her elbows were ripped raw. She broke his teeth. Craack. His nose. She pushed him flat on his back on the cold hard ground.

She unzipped her bodysuit an inch, exposing slick pearly skin. She dripped crimson and clear sweat on his bare chest. Taunting him. She struck him again. He gripped her desperately, tearing black fabric from her hips, her arms, her thighs. She felt cold snow against her calves.

She struck him again and again until she collapsed on top of his chest, exhausted. Her pale hair caught a last glint of dying sun as she vomited and wept, her sharp blue eyes hazy.

Kazuya opened an eye. He smiled as Nina, stunned and exhausted, watched him fish the silver knife from the black leather sheath on her thigh and plunged it into her taut flesh.

She gasped, horror caught in her throat. She stood up in a tense crouch, felt the hilt of her own knife against the surface of her thigh. Kazuya yanked it out brutally and calmly cleaned the blade against his pants, watching Nina writhe on the ground in agony.

He mounted her and licked her sweaty skin with satisfaction. He unzipped her dark bodysuit bare to the waist, exposing her skin, slick with sweat.

“Kazuya...” She felt Kazuya’s footsteps and a hand on her cheek. He was playing with her. She felt him cradling her face, felt him kiss her like a lover, felt him slowly lick her bloodied face clean. He unzipped her bodysuit an inch, then unzipped it lower.

She turned crimson with shame. She turned away from him and he let her go.

She gave him a long, wet glance. The throbbing pain from her knife wound dulled her senses and she looked at him, terrified.

Nina looked up slowly. The sun was gone from the sky and it was dark blue and the sky was empty. No clouds. She looked around. The snowy clearing was speckled crimson and strewn with torn black leather and her pride.

He took a step towards her and put a hand on her cheek. She let him.

“...What do you want with me.”

He chuckled and kissed her forehead slowly.

“Stayed up too late last night? If I remember correctly you beat me the last few times we met.”

Nina shivered and pushed him away gently.

Kazuya held her, letting his hand drift down her muscled back and her wide hips.

They looked at each other. Kazuya suddenly kissed her on her lips, savoring the wet flesh. Nina surrendered and closed her eyes. He slipped his hand into her suit. She slapped him, half-playfully, and shoved him to the ground.

Nina adjusted the bosom of her catsuit and struck a flirtatious pose. She slowly unhooked the utility belt draped askew along her hips and let it drop to the ground.

Kazuya got up and went behind her, massaging and grinding her shoulders. Nina groaned and let out a long breath. Kazuya kissed her on the neck and licked her. He slid his hand into her suit and felt her breasts. They were slick with sweat, generously curved, and soft. She unzipped the sleek suit bare to her waist and peeled it off, the thin fabric hanging from her hips.

His eyes glowed red.

Ten seconds later it was all over. Nina inhaled painfully. She felt Kazuya’s red glove against her cheek again. When he removed it, her whole face was black and blue. She was crying. He grabbed her by her hair and dragged her to the center of the lake. The surface exploded in a spray of crushed ice.

Kazuya shoved her face into the cold black water and held her. He sat on her back, enjoying a delicious sensation of her curves against his groin. He let her surface.
He watched her vomit water.

“Kaz-Kazuya...it’s-s...so cold...”

He forced her back in. He waited a minute exactly. When he pulled her out her face was blue and she was silent. He completely unzipped her suit and pulled it off her, the black latex draped over his shoulder. He felt her warm flesh. He thrust into her body repeatedly, roaring with pleasure as he mastered her silent body.

He left her in the snow.