The Princess and the Assassin

Mihre slowly opened her eyes to the dimly lit, yet lavish room. Her head felt extremely heavy and a slight tingling sensation of pain in her left abdomen. After touching it she found that it was bandaged. She slowly sat up and realized that except for the bed sheet that was covering her there were no clothes on her body. She dragged her body out wrapping the bed sheet with her hands and went to stand before the embellished mirror. The room was exquisitely furnished, with incense burners emitting rose fragrance.

She let the bed sheet down a little revealing her perfect figure. Her waist was slender; perfectly proportioned round breasts; her skin was smooth as butter and white as jade. And with her hair laid down, she looked absolutely ethereal. She checked out the bandaged area with her hand and with her head throbbing she tried to remember how she ended up in this room. Mihre was smart enough to deduce that since she was taken care of in a lavish room she can be considered safe. She was drowned in her thoughts, her hands still on the bandage when a voice spoke in a grim and heavy tone,

"If you move like that the injury will tear again."

Startled, she looked at the woman standing calmly near the door. Her hair was dripping wet, she wore a single cloth from above her breasts and another silk cloth was dangling around her shoulder. Her build was stout yet toned. The demeanor she carried was sinister yet there was something deep. Mihre stared at the big eyes, dark brown in color with long black lashes. As she approached closer to her a mysterious smell of amber hit her nose which made her senses reel. She had an unfinished wine bottle in her right hand and her left one inadvertently played with her wet hair. Mihre's mind was flooded with questions as to who this person was as she could not clearly see the face in the dimly lit room. Could this person be her savior? She cannot remember the vague person who saved her back in the forest. Suddenly Mihre recognized the familiar smell of amber and now that the person was standing a few inches away from her she immediately recognized her. The person she has admired all her life but could never get a glimpse of her properly since Commander Xi kept his deadliest assassin in the shadows all the time. But Mihre herself was no ordinary woman either. Her infatuation with Yin fūren ran so deep that she gathered all the information she could on the shadow assassin. So now that Yin stood in front of her it did not take long for her to deduce who she was. It was her obsession with Yin that led several teachers to reject her as their pupil. One of her ethics teachers once said,

"You have darkness in you. I cannot accept you as my pupil."

Her father executed him for refusing to teach the princess but Mihre proved to be a prodigy who didn't actually need a teacher to tutor her. She is smart and intelligent enough to learn everything needed to be a skilled, shrewd, and master diplomat.

"You are Commander Xi's daughter, the assassin. Right?" Mihre asked slowly in her soft silky voice.

The bed sheet which she dropped while checking out herself in the mirror was hastily held up again by herself but it could not hide those perfect curves of her figure. Yin threw away the wine flask and took a few steps closer to Mihre looking directly into those blue eyes, then the next moment her gaze went towards the princess's red lips. Yin slowly ran her hands caressing a lock of hair which has fallen on Mihre's beautiful face.

"You know me? How?", Yin asked her with a deep, cold yet in tone that carried a lot of warmth and seduction.

Mihre replied like someone who is intoxicated by her tone, " We met, years ago, perhaps you don't remember me. Have admired you my whole life. Never thought to meet you again like this."

Yin replied, "Why do you admire me? I have nothing to be admired of."

Mihre, now grasping the growing environment of passion around them, replied in her sweet seductive tone, "Cannot disagree more."

Yin felt a sweeping effect on her with that statement and she slowly took her face near Mihre and whispered passionately in her ears, "Is that so?"

Both of their breaths became a little heavier and it started to get hotter. The fragrances of lavender, amber, and rose got mixed and the aroma of the room became bewitching and steamy. Yin was reeling under alcohol which made her tipsy and lost control over the sultry temptation that was in front of her. Mihre, of course, being a different kind of person was tuned to think like a diplomat; calculating each and every action and thoughts of her. So when she unexpectedly encountered the person who holds the potential 'key' to her secret ambition how can she not act upon it? With that Mihre changed her startled confused state into a flirty one when she realized that Yin was equally attracted to her. Moreover, this person ruled her heart and thoughts since the very first day she saw a glimpse of her fierceness in a fight that was a part of the training demonstration at the imperial training ground of Qingguan. It was a few years back when Yin was a teenager and so was Mihre. Yin's face was covered in a veil with only her intense brown eyes visible and Mihre found herself sucked away in its vortex. After the demonstration, she came up with striding steps towards them and bowed as Commander Xi introduced her to Mihre and King Oktar. The smell of amber she emitted was so fascinating for Mihre that she never forgot the overwhelming attraction she felt towards this deadly warrior who showed no emotions in her.

So when in the room Yin brought forth the demeanor it had a seductive effect on Mihre and she seized the opportunity with acting upon it. She placed her hand on Yin's right chest over her heart and whispered softly,

" So, where is the fierce assassin everyone trembles to behold? All I see is just a woman."

The words by Mihre might be spoken softly yet the provocation it carried, made Yin swing into action. She grabbed Mihre by her waist with one hand, yet careful not to hurt her where she is injured, and kissed her intensely. After letting her go Mihre went ahead to tease her even more saying nodding her head in a tone of disapproval,

"Mmmmmhmmm, she is still not here yet. Show me the assassin I got obsessed with."

After finishing the sentence she took a step back letting the bed sheet fall revealing her bare perfect body. With this last incitement Yin kind of went dark and she herself tore off her piece of cloth; swiftly approaching Mihre; picking her up and laying her down on the bed before going ahead to kiss her voraciously. Her right hand caressed Mihre's soft body up and down while the left one went for her firm full breasts. She kind of kneaded it with utmost pleasure while her tongue explored Mihre's, wildly. Amidst all of these Yin was careful enough to not hurt her and skillfully avoided the bandaged area. After a long time of kissing she let go of her red lips and went on to suck on her left breast. Mihre was already high with an immeasurable pleasure and this act sent her reeling deeper into it. Yin cupped the breast in her one hand and sucked on it like a thirsty drunkard, while her other hand locked Mihre both hands above her head. Yin sucked on the hardened nipple tightly without a break twisting her tongue. Mihre was so tormented by the pleasure that she started moaning loudly accompanied by heavy breaths. Yin kept on sucking on it like an addict. The pleasure was so overpowering for Mihre that she soon realized that she was dripping wet between her legs and the sensations were accumulating there exploded within another minute of hard sucking, making Mihre throw up her head screaming. She started to huff and pant with the intense orgasm she just experienced yet the person who bestowed it upon her showed no signs of letting her go.

Yin was like an unstoppable force. She let go of the sucking and soon went down separating Mihre's legs wide apart. She thrusted two of her fingers inside and started to work on her wet area, sliding in and out, giving out sloshing watery sounds. As she increased her speed Mihre started to lose control again reeling under pleasure. And when Yin thrusted her third finger and heavily worked on, Mihre could not control the bouts of pleasure exploding in her body and let out a heavy moaning cry, squirting all over trembling viciously. The sight was uncontrollably hot to behold for Yin who herself was dripping wet between her legs. She separated Mihre's legs apart then proceeded to lock it between her in a scissoring position. The act went on with the two women moving and withering. Moans and heavy breaths grew more loud and the place where they were connected became wetter and slippery. After a long time of rubbing with each other they came together with Mihre squirting again. The whole scene became messy with all the squirt and sweat. They both felt asleep in each other's arms exhausted.

The next morning Yin woke up beside Mihre wrapped messily with the bed sheet. Mihre was deep in sleep so Yin carefully checked the wound on her abdomen and after checking, relieved that the wound has healed completely, she covered her back with the sheet; got down from the bed, and stood near the window watching the sunrise. Her mind reeled back to the night before as to how she rescued Mihre who passed out due to the zhen poison. Yin carried her on her horse reaching the gates of Zhenwei. Since the princess is well known in the kingdom they were not stopped by the patrolling soldiers. Soon Yin found a medicus and asked him to treat Mihre. Since the only antidote to the poison was the niu-rhino horns the medicus refused to treat her without payment. Now, this was a shrewd one so when he saw that two women came for his help he tried to exploit them. Yin however took out a bag of silver ingots and placed them in front of him. Taking it the medicus started his treatment. He then asked Yin to step outside for a while saying that he needs his assistants to work on Mihre treating her. Yin obliged and went out. But somehow she felt that something was off about the medicus so after a while she entered the healing chamber unannounced finding that the medicus was trying to molest Mihre on the pretext of treating her. Yin became so furious that she swiftly reached her dagger held the man by his throat and hissed at him,

"What do you think you are up to?"

The medicus was so shaken and taken aback that he started to tremble in fear. Yin held the knife at his throat and making a small cut slowly, while speaking,

"You will treat her in front of me. Right now."

The indignation was so overpowering that the medicus soon made preparations and brought out the niu-rhino horn pins and started to apply them on Mihre through acupuncture technique, while Yin kept a close watch. After almost two hours the zhen poison subsided but Mihre was running a high fever. Her lower abdominal injury was properly bandaged and medicines were given to Yin to feed her every hour until the fever subsides. According to the medicus's instructions once the fever subsides Mihre will be out of danger and her wound will be healed too.

Yin got dressed up and was about to leave when she cast a glance at Mihre who was sleeping naked wrapped in the bed sheet shabbily. The signs of the intense passion have not yet left her and Yin somehow found it to be a captivating sight. But soon she went back to her usual demeanor of being cold as she was to return to Qingguan that day. Moreover, this was the first time ever in her life that she failed in a mission. With that, she went out of the inn, rode her mare along with the sole follower assassin, and galloped out of Zhenwei's gates. While riding her mind surprisingly went back to a day ago. The woman she encountered; not just was she a skilled fighter but also an aura. What made Yin's brains racking was that she was a kalarippayattu fighter and an expert one at that. But that sudden memory of the unknown place? Who were those two little girls playing with swords and why did she save her from the earth spell back there? Why did this woman somehow feel familiar?

Yin's mind was baffled by these questions. Being someone who is interested in both men and women Yin always took them either as enemies or someone who she can sleep with. This was the first time that she didn't feel like any of it. This woman who smelled like a lotus and was like the fire did not stir any feeling of enmity or passion in her. True, even when Yin fought her with a killing intent she strangely did not feel any enmity towards her. Her mare ran like a stormy wind and while immersed in thoughts Yin discovered a slight tinge of tears on the corners of her eyes. Never in her entire being, Yin had tears in her eyes. She remembered when her father the Commander trained her saying that emotions have no place in an assassin's life. He made his nefaris cast mind spells on Yin to wipe out any emotions of joy, love, care, and compassion. As long as Yin remembered she naturally was a person who talks less and was full of sarcasm and had a rough demeanor. But the woman she fought strangely had a similar demeanor yet was nothing like her.

Back in the inn, Mihre sleepily opened her eyes finding herself all alone in the huge bed. The person she was with has left without her knowledge. She sat up and went down to the bed to see the cloth Yin wore lying on a couch beside the mirror. Mihre took the cloth in her hand and took a deep breath inhaling the lingering aroma of amber in it. A few moments later there was a knock on her door and her handmaiden entered bowing.

"Your highness….the Yeosonian has sent a pigeon."

Mihre lifted her face and calmly asked her,

"Did the guard receive it?"

Maid, "Yes, your highness."

Mihre took another deep breath taking in the amber fragrance, and ordered her maid to help her clean and dress. After she got ready she sat in the luxurious sitting area of the room and ordered her guard to bring in the message. The guard came in bowed and read out the message.

"The Lotus has regained her consciousness."

A foxy smile appeared at the corner of Mihre's ears. She chirped in her sweet tone.

"Ahhhaahhh! Seems like things are going smoothly. Not what I initially expected."

She then turned towards her maid and asked, "What did the Shrughnan said the Lotus's power element is apart from wind and mind?"

The maid replied, "Fire, your highness."

Mihre chuckled, "Interesting! A rare Lotus, my assassin…fifteen years ago, the kingdom of Shrughna. This should be good."