Investigate Her Vagina For Clues

“Hmm. Don't some orders of assassins require their female members to remain chaste?” you ask as you shed the armor from your body.

“I've never heard of such a thing my lord.”

“Well, it doesn't hurt to check.”

You roll the assassin onto her belly and spread her legs. A dark, wispy bush is apparent below her toned buttocks. Your cock lurches as you bring it towards her womanhood. You push your cock against her mons. As your hands explore her ass and thighs you notice that her skin feels very soft despite the flesh beneath being hard and toned.

“I don't think this will be satisfying if she is ****. Greta, why don't you wake her up and interrogate her while I am examining her virginity.”

“Yes m'lord,” Greta says energetically before fetching a basin and throwing it in the assassin's face.

You instinctively pin the assassin's legs apart with your own. Her pubic mound tickles your cock head as she heaves beneath you. You pull the cloth shawl from the assassin's head to reveal short, raven black hair. Luckily, you manage to grip enough hair to pull her onto her arms and knees so that her tight ass is completely on display.

“Who sent you?” Greta asks gruffly.

“I tell you nothing!” the assassin growls back in a thick accent. She punctuates this with a well aimed spit at Greta's face. You see Greta's face turns crimson. For a moment you think she might slash the assassin's throat. No doubt that is the assassin's intention.

“Well, that settles that, Greta”, you say cheerfully before Greta does anything that might interfere with your pleasure. “She won't talk. I need your mouth down here. This girl is too dry for me to inspect.”

Greta hesitates for a moment before sliding herself beneath the assassin. Within moments you feel Greta's tongue bumping against your glans as is searches through the tangles for things to taste. The assassin tenses for a moment as realization of what is about to happen hits her. Before she has time to react you shove the assassin's face against Greta's cunt. Her cries are muffled to mere whimpers. While you enjoy the feeling of Greta's saliva lubricating your cock head you hear a gentle knock on the door.

“Greta, is everything OK?” A voice calls shakily through the door.

Slightly annoyed, you feel Greta's tongue leave your cock.

“I am not to be disturbed. Remain at your post.”

“Yes m'lady,” the voice calls back with a squeal.