By: Notmania
Lyla recently followed in her parents footsteps and joined her family’s assassin business. Today she received her first job, taking out Tristan Royale, the son and heir of Chadington Royale, the head of Royale Corporation. Her client was a disgruntled employee of the company who wasn’t too keen on having his “rightful promotion stolen by a little brat”, as he put it. Lyla wasn’t too interested in serving such a rude customer, but she was obligated to do so thanks to the business’s refusal to turn down clients.
At the strike of midnight, Lyla snuck her way past the mansion’s fence and climbed up to what she was told to be Tristan’s window, which to her pleasure was left unlocked.
She crawled into his room and snuck towards his bed, getting her first glimpse at Tristan through her night vision goggles.
“God damn it, he’s so cute though! Ugh, how am I supposed to kill a boy like this?” Lyla thought to herself as she stared down at the sleeping boy, feeling as if she wasn’t as cut out for assassination as she and her parents thought.
As she gazed down at Tristan, the boy ended up waking up and noticed her curvy figure over his bed, making an attempt to scream that was quickly interrupted as Lyla’s reflexes led her to jump onto his face and muffled his screams with her plump spandex covered rear, which was admittedly a bit sweaty due to her vigorous break in, giving it a faint stench.
“Calm down, Tristan.” Lyla said as she looked down at the boy’s fearful eyes sticking out from under her crotch, making an attempt at calming him down. Eventually, he grew tired of struggling, and as he quieted down, the assassin got off of him.
“W-who are you?” Tristan asked, still a bit terrified over this whole situation.
“Hehe, well...” Lyla awkwardly began to answer, not really sure if she wanted to admit her intentions at first, but eventually the truth slipped out, “I’m Lyla, an assassin sent here to take you out.”
“WHAT?!” Tristan shouted out, only to be silenced by Lyla, who once again muffled his screams with her ass, once again waiting until he stopped screaming to get off of him.
“I-I don’t know why you’re here, but I really don’t want to die! P-please! I’ll do anything!” he cried out in desperation, hoping that maybe he could convince Lyla not to hurt him.
“Anything?” Lyla replied as she perked up, immediately realizing what kind of opportunity she had on her hands. While staying on his bed, the woman turned herself around and hovered her bottom over his face, “Sniff my booty!”
“W-what?” the boy replied with confusion.
“Well, you did say you’ll do anything, right?” Lyla asked.
“Yeah, but- ugh, fine.” Tristan obliged, hesitantly sniffing the large ass in his face. It smelt bad, and this whole situation was humiliating, but since it was all he could do to save his own life, he carried on with it. Meanwhile, Lyla took pleasure in the feeling of Tristan’s breath brushing up against her asshole, and was quite eager to take advantage of the boy’s position
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“Hehe, ‘scuse me! That kinda just slipped out.” Lyla said innocently as she carelessly let out a large fart in Tristan’s face as he continued sniffing, only adding to his misfortune.
“Don't think that means you can stop sniffing or anything.” she said, giving him no choice but to continue sniffing her now significantly smellier bottom, regardless of how much he didn’t want to.
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Lyla continued to blast the boy’s face with her gas, burning his nose with the stench. He wanted to stop sniffing, but he was scared for his life. In truth, he wasn’t even sure if she was serious about sparing him or if she was just messing with him, but wanting to stay on the safe side, he played along.
Eventually, Lyla began feeling a bit tired from squatting over Tristan, so she fell ass first onto his face, once again smothering him under her squishy ass, only this time it was covered with the stench of several farts.
“Uh, sorry about that.” Lyla said with a bit of embarrassment, before remembering how helpless Tristan was in this situation, “Though I suppose you’re not in any position to complain or anything.”
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At this point, Tristan’s survival instincts kicked in and he desperately tried to push Lyla’s ass off of his face, but he wasn’t very strong, so his attempts to do so were futile anyways. Still, Lyla couldn’t help but find his pathetic struggles both endearing and amusing.
“You’re kinda cute.” Lyla said as she leaned off of Tristan’s face, looking back at the boy, whose face was now covered in a mixture of tears and sweat, the latter mostly belonging to Lyla.
“To be honest, I really don’t want you dead. Killing in general just seems wrong.” she admitted, “It’s just, I’m from a family of assassins, and-”
“You were forced into the family business without any say in the matter.” Tristan finished her thought.
“Uh, yeah. How did you know?” Lyla asked.
“My dad raised me as the heir of his company rather than as a son. I just graduated highschool and he’s already planning on placing me in some powerful position in his company. It’s all so stressful.” He explained, “Plus, the people at his company don’t even like me, which come to think of it is probably why you’re here.”
“So we’re not that different after all.” she replied
“Well I don’t come from a family of killers, but I guess?” Tristan commented, unintentionally coming off as a bit rude.
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“My family has a bit more honor than that, but I guess that’s one way to put it.” the assassin said after farting in Tristan’s face in response to his comment, “Just, don’t do that again.”
“Got it...” the boy replied with annoyance after a bit of coughing.
“You know, come to think of it, the client only said he wanted me to get rid of you. He never said I had to kill you.” Lyla realized, “So I was thinking, maybe I can just take you away and we could live together, like a couple or something!”
“Ew, no thank you.” Tristan replied, admittedly kind of grossed out by the assassin after taking several of her farts to the face.
“Oh well, it was worth a shot, guess I’ll just have to suffocate you under my booty.” Lyla teased as she sat back onto the boy’s face.
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“Changed your mind?” Lyla asked as she once again leaned off of Tristan’s face after smothering him and blasting him with more of her gas.
“I suppose I don’t have a choice.” Tristan said, utterly defeated.
“Great! Though now to test your obedience to me...” Lyla said as she pulled down her pants, revealing the full extent of her large ass, “Kiss my ass!”
“Do I have to?” the boy asked with more annoyance.
“Yep.” Lyla said smugly.
Not wanting to further argue, Tristan reluctantly puckered up and kissed her buttcrack.
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As he kissed her ass, Lyla let out a large fart at point blank range to further toy with the boy.
“Ahh, now with that out of the way, let’s go home!” Lyla said as she got off the bed and lifted up Tristan’s smaller body, carrying him out the window.
Initially, Chadley Royale thought that his son was kidnapped after finding his room empty, but after some time, the couple decided that it would be best to let him into their secret, or at least an “abridged” version of the story, naturally leaving out details on the assassination plan and the more “embarrassing” parts. Surprisingly, Mr. Royale gave this relationship his full support, and Lyla’s parents were quite accepting when it came to her lack of interest in following in their footsteps and becoming an assassin.
In the end, Tristan wound up stuck with Lyla for the rest of his life, for better or for worse.