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Copyright© 2013 James Cox

ISBN: 978-1-77130-568-6

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

Editor: Marie Medina

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

For my sexy boss, your ass is my inspiration and to the people who invented tight suit pants. Thank you!!

As always, to my readers, you are all fantastic!

QUIETLY INTO THE NIGHT

James Cox

Copyright © 2013

Chapter One

I’m not who you think I am. I’m never who I appear to be. I am the wind. I am the shadow that fades quietly into the night. I am the assassin.

And tonight I was almost done with my assignment. At that time, my hips were thrusting in tune with loud Poradu drums. I was wearing a small leather pouch, cupping my erection as I spun and grinned. I bent to show the crowd of Poradu royals my tight ass. Black hair was ruffled on my head, creating a wild array of strands. All I had to do was get the attention of the king and see if he wanted a little after the celebration fun. I wasn’t exactly hard on the eyes. My training as an assassin kept me in fit shape. I had nicely cut abs, well-defined arms and legs along with a well-endowed penis. It was currently hard between my legs, cramped in the pouch as I slowly stood. All right, it was time to get ahead of the four other men dancing. I knew my talent, and it was time to use my training. I spun, catching eyes with the king. His blond hair slicked back and his lips pursed in pout. I grinned, pushing my arms out and puffing my chest. Then the music began to beat faster. I front flipped, making the crowd of royals gasp. I made sure my thigh muscles flexed as I reached left with both arms and then right. I jiggled my ass cheeks, keeping my eyes on the king.

His immature pout turned into a raised brow.

I rocked my hips back and forth, thrusting into the air. My breath was hitched as I performed another back flip, landing perfectly before moving to my knees. I gyrated my entire body, working the sensual movement from my chest down my abs and ending with another thrust of my hips. My cock was rock hard by now, each movement sending the pouch bobbing. Talk about an easy job. I liked having all the eyes on me, although the male eyes pleased me more than the females. It was all about the promise of pleasure. I jerked forward to all fours. My muscles flexing, I crawled like the slave I was pretending to be. I slithered, taking my time, licking my lips as I worked my way closer to the king.

His thin lips lifted into a smile as he watched me. King Faldor’s hand moved lower on his body, gripping his prick through the folds of his bright blue robes.

Well, at least I knew he was interested. All I needed was a few moments alone with him. I moved to my knees, easing back, making my covered erection the focus. All eyes were on me. The other men stopped dancing, fading away into the crowd. I reached my hands over my chest, gliding them down my skin, misted with sweat, then down the leather pouch. I gripped my erection, letting a little gasp escape my control before pulling the thin string that kept me covered.

The leather pouch shifted slowly, and I inched my hips upward, which caused my cock to be revealed inch by delicious inch. When the leather slapped against my thigh I thrust upward. The foreskin on my cock had retracted, baring the red, round head and my slit leaking pre-cum. The white cream dripped down my shaft amid the whistles and shouts in the crowd.

Good, I got the royals’ attention and now for the king. I spun on my knees, bending so my ass was toward him. He sat a few feet away on his pillows surrounded by guards and slaves. I wiggled, my dick swinging, my balls shifting with each movement. I rolled forward, jerked left at the last moment so I landed on my knees. The drums began to slow, ease the song to its end. I cart wheeled, showing off my nude body. My cock bounced and bobbed as my hips wrenched left and then right. As the last beat resonated in the chamber, I faced the king, head down, arms behind my back and chest rising quickly with each breath. I grinned, licking my bottom lip.

When he returned the smile, I knew I had him.

King Faldor stood and the room quieted except for the quick breaths from my mouth. He lifted a thin arm and pristine finger, pointing it at me.

I walked slowly, making sure my cock did the talking. A few hands from the crowd reached out, and I felt fingers on my ass cheek. One brave royal even went so far as to cup my balls, and my steps faltered. There’s only so much a man can take before distraction kicks in.

Enough! The king addressed the crowd. I pick him.

And the date for his death was set.

I was covered with a white robe and quickly ushered out of the room. A chill swept over my body as fellow slaves led me through empty corridors of gold. This place made me glad I was who I was and that my mission would give this world hope. This planet was growing in slavery, and the king here was behind it. As I walked the halls barefoot, I thought of the group that hired me. A simple job, kill the king, any way you can. They were former royals, freed slaves and families of those he kidnapped to make part of his harem. Very few knew that the king enjoyed men more than women.

I was pushed into a room, where an overly round woman pulled my robe off. I took stock of my surroundings as she splashed water over my skin, rubbing every inch with a warm sponge infused with rose. The smell was nauseating, but I focused on the task. I’d have to get the king good and hot in order to gain the upper hand. Thankfully, he wasn’t a hideous toad. I’d have to use my bare hands. Perhaps there was a length of silk I could strangle the king with or a candlestick I could stick down his throat. It’s not like I could keep a weapon on me. The woman quickly washed my cock, giggling before splashing me with more warm water. I was placed in front of a mirror where a rush of air brushed over my flesh and instantly dried me.

From here, I was given my white robe, tucking it over my shoulders and using the clasp to cover my erection. Then I was once again in the hall. There was a large arch door with various symbols cut into the gold. They opened and the slave nudged me forward.

Ah, the king’s bedchamber.

The room was filled with luxurious items and technology far advanced for this planet. I eyed several rare laser guns but alas, all locked up. Shame, that would have made this too easy. I could have spent the night in bed with a real man at the tavern. There was a flash of light, and the king teleported into the bedroom. It was my cue to go into role. I instantly knelt, the white rob over my body like a blanket of snow. With my head lowered, I simply waited for his instructions.

I hid the frown as I heard two sets of footprints.