Katarina

The Sinister Blade herself, Katarina Du Couteau. You head down towards the capital city, figuring she might be lurking around on a rooftop somewhere. And as luck would have it, it only takes you a few minutes before you see... Talon, her brother, lurking in the shadow of a tower, twirling a knife on one finger.

"Eh... not ideal, but maybe he could still help." you think, floating down behind him, and quickly forcing yourself into his body. You hear him gasp as you enter, and quickly find yourself looking out from his eyes, quickly taking stock of your new body. Your muscles were tight and defined from his work as an assassin, even if they weren't the biggest out there, his fingers were calloused, and... your rapid entry into his body had apparently given him an erection, which you reach down and rub slightly, noting how big his cock was. "Hmm... another time, maybe," you say, pulling back your hand as you delve into Talon's memories.

You quickly find what you're looking for - Katarina's been dispatched on an **** mission across town, and by Talon's estimation she should be finishing up with it soon. "No time to lose, then," you think, carefully pulling yourself out of Talon's back, briefly watching as he catches himself on the side of the tower, holding his head with his other hand, and you quickly fly off towards Katarina.

When you arrive at the location Talon's memories had pointed you to, you look over the building, trying to guess where Katarina or her target might be. Suddenly, you see her - a flash of red hair swooping in through an open window - and fly after her. As you phase in through the wall, you see Katarina quietly approaching her target from behind, an old man sitting in his reading chair with a book. As she reaches him, she pulls a knife from her belt, and in one swift motion, stabs it through the man's neck, her other hand covering his mouth to muffle any screams, and holds him there for a moment until he stops twitching, before pulling the knife back out, wiping it on the chair, and returning it to her belt. "One down, one to go..." she says quietly, turning towards the door.

"This is my chance!" you think, positioning yourself behind her, quickly looking over her body. Her long red hair flows down past her shoulders, which are covered by a short leather jacket and metal armor pauldrons, and her breasts are held up by a short leather top, leaving her tattooed midriff exposed. Below that, she wore black leather pants, a variety of belts strapped around her waist to hold various knives and daggers, and flat leather boots on her feet - ideal for sneaking around - plus armored armguards and leather gloves. All in all, a lot of leather and metal.

Not wasting any more time, you started moving into her before she could open the door - her hand freezing just as she reached for the knob as you overlaid your own hand in hers, pushing your legs into her tight pants, and pressing your groin into her ass, immediately registering the feeling of tight leather squeezing your legs, and using the momentum to pull your torso into her back, feeling her breasts being squeezed in the tight top. Katarina gasps at the sensation, starting to panic as to why she couldn't control her body, but before she could make any noise you pushed your head into the back of hers, your vision going dark as her eyes rolled back into her skull.

When your sight returns, you find yourself looking at your gloved hand... no, Katarina's gloved hand - it worked! You look down, and are greeted with the sight of her breasts in their tight leather crop top. You reach a hand up, briefly groping one, before running it down your toned belly towards your new crotch, and the slightest touch sends a shock up your spine, causing you to let out a small cry at the feeling.

Suddenly, your new instincts kick in - you hear someone on the other side of the door. You quickly move yourself behind the door as it opens, drawing a knife from her belt, and when the door shuts you see that the person who had entered was her second target - the old man's wife. She hasn't noticed her husband's **** yet, and before she can you lunge forward, driving your knife through the back of her neck. Blood spurts out from the exit wound at the front, and she falls to her knees as the life leaves her body. You place a booted foot on her back to brace against, and pull your knife out, sending her to the carpeted floor with a wet splat. Not Kat's cleanest kill, but considering it was technically your first time... not bad.

You smile, flicking blood off the knife - you'll need to give it a thorough cleaning later - and head back for the window she had climbed in through, jumping out with the grace expected of a trained assassin, and start to deftly make your way along the rooftops back to the Du Couteau estate. With Kat's mission done, she had no further obligations tonight, and you intended to take full advantage of your newfound freedom.