You'll share her burden (Ending #3: To Love the Woman Behind the Mask)

With your tea still untouched-- understandable, given the circumstances-- you told Vaarvel that she'd misunderstood something. Your situation and that of her previous handler's weren't at all related. You got now that he was somebody she trusted and brought over from Adder. She'd loved that person and he returned that affection, but in the end, he'd asked her to flee her mission and put love first. Instead of rejecting his offer, she'd done what she had to and killed him outright; he couldn't be allowed to share that secret if he wasn't 100% committed.

Stone-faced, you told her that you were different: you were 100% committed. You'd do what you needed to in order to help her shoulder the immense burden she'd taken on.

"Oh? Is this your audition for the position of my right-hand man, Nathaniel? So you're okay with everything I've done, then? The murder of that previous handler... the creation of Adder and abandoning it to its wayward growth... having you ingest mind controlling, gene altering drugs. Is all of that okay in your book? You won't find that in the CEDIT mission manual," the agent smirked, resting her chin atop one hand and leaning across the desk with interest. "Would you follow me back to Adder, if I asked? Know that maintaining the ruse of membership to that organization requires getting one's hands very dirty indeed."

You shook your head, denying that you would serve her in that way. That seemed to surprise her. You explained yourself: you thought that her working alone had created a need for some out-of-the-box style problem resolution which, at times, resulted in deaths and murder, treated as though it was all in the service of good, so long as CEDIT and Adder got an equal portion. With your combined efforts, you could see another way forward.

"Ha! You're actually trying to keep me on with the Goodbye Girls, given what we both know about me?" Vaarvel scoffed and set her tea down, then leaned further across the desk. "You can't possibly be so foolish."

You told her that wasn't exactly your plan. She was right about one thing: with what she'd done and what you knew now, it would be dangerous to go back. However, it wasn't too late for both of you to reinvent yourselves one more time. Together, the two of you could be the intervention the world needed to prevent going down those dangerous paths. Being on your own, instead of associated with CEDIT or Adder, would allow you the flexibility to strike as needed without any factional ties.

"This is funny. You're telling me that you want me to work with others one second and then telling me you want to work hand-in-hand with you? If I didn't know better, I'd think that I was your end goal, rather than the good of humanity," the sultry South African chuckled.

You told her that wasn't so far for the truth. You countered: she was the one who'd taken control of your mind and then charmed you with conversation instead of just killing you. She could hardly blame you for falling in love with her.

"So true," she sighed, resting her cheek upon her palm. "Oh dear, Nathaniel. You seem to have completely disregarded the lesson of your predecessor. You never knew him, but don't you think he's rolling in his grave right now?"

With determination, you told her you'd let him roll. If he'd asked her to turn her back on her mission, then he hadn't come to understand her as you had. You knew that Vaarvel and her mission were one in the same. You hadn't fallen in love with the woman she was before Vaarvel; on the contrary, you'd gotten yourself into this mess because you couldn't resist the mind games, the entrapment, and the maddening control she held over you. Now that you understood it all, you were ready to stop fighting it. You'd actually come to enjoy it, in a way. To learn that in the end, it all made sense and added up to something was just a bonus.

The light flickered in Vaarvel's amber eyes as she regarded your words. "Ha ha ha... You're a pathetic agent who's fallen in love with a terrorist." She teased you, running one finger along the length of your palm slowly. Due to her earlier commands, you couldn't so much as lift that hand from your tea-cup. You watched her fingertip move to your palm and trace the grooves there, unable to grasp the finger or stop her slow, playful teasing. "But then... I suppose I'm a pathetic would-be savior of the world, aren't I? After all of that bad-mouthing CEDIT and saying I'm more than just an agent... I've fallen in love with my handler. Return my advances, if you please~"

The woman leaned her heavy breasts upon the table, barely missing your tea-cup, then placed her palms downward on either side of your hand. Without her mask, she leaned her real face forward and caught your lips; it occurred to you that for all the sexual encounters you'd shared with her by this point, sharing a sensual kiss like this one was still pretty rare. With your hands now freed, you moved them to place each upon her own on the desk's top, then returned her gesture. You ignored the sight of Madison's powder-blue suit, which should have begged the question not just of where she'd been hidden, but also, what the two of you were going to do with her going forward. No... saying you ignored it wasn't quite right. You found yourself reaching inside the lapels and pulling it away from her arms; she shrugged her arms out easily. "Right here?" she giggled, then bit your lip softly and teasingly. "In Madison's office? During an active alarm? Someone could see those two Adder agents disguised as CEDIT agents lying in the doorway any moment now."

You pointed out that didn't seem particularly dangerous, next to the usual body of her work. Speaking of bodies, you quickly helped her out of the white blouse she was wearing underneath. As you finished the buttons, she climbed onto the desk with her knees to each side, then knocked aside the tea. "It's unlike me to make a mess, but someone will have bigger issues than cleaning this room, regardless. You know we're going to have to take Madison with us if we don't kill her, don't you? Are you planning to apologize to her for what we're about to do to her desk?" the former leader of Adder questioned, shrugging her biceps out from the shirt and allowing her breasts to hang out in the open, exposed and shining above her toned abdomen. She quickly unbuckled her trousers, then, on her knees atop the desk, stood up and cast her shadow over you. "Don't think I'm going to go easy on you just because you've decided to be so nice to me."

This was one way to get out of a life or death situation, one which you thought wouldn't be replicated within your life-time. Part of you wondered if it was still possible to back out... you had to suspect not. After all, Vaarvel was a better judge of character than anyone. Bluffing your way through this: saying that you were devoted to her while privately harboring the desire to shoot her and rejoin your allies in CEDIT, wouldn't work. If she'd allowed you to come this far, it meant that she saw the same sort of madness that existed within her: the desire to save the world at any cost.

Recognizing that inside of you had also made her pretty horny, apparently. Her black, lace lingerie was already wet around the undercarriage as she rubbed the area with two fingers. "Lay down." Vaarvel flashed a crescent-moon grin as she pointed towards the desk. "Wouldn't you agree that a desk like this was made for sex?"

You remarked that it was probably more comfortable for the person on top than the one on the bottom. Your shoulders would be against the wood, while she rested upon the cushion that was your flesh.

"There won't be much resting. I need to finish you off quickly, after all. Don't worry... if I have you exclusively going forward, we'll have lots of time to experiment in the future." The dark lady spun her body and ended up perched over you, grinning down into your face with her bottom in the air and her hands on either side of your head. "I know I said let's finish fast, but just to test you... Hold it in as long as you can, Nathaniel. This will be a good chance to show you how little resistance means to me." With her shadow falling over you, the South African lowered her broad, impressive hips, then quickly pushed aside her panties to allow you access into the softness of her womanhood. It was only in moments like this that it was possible to think of Vaarvel as a human with sexual needs... and at this moment, with both of you putting your desires over your reason or even the sense of duty that always drove her, Vaarvel began to hump her body down upon your cock, narrowing her eyes and grinning wider as the alarm above drowned out the noises of your movements inside of her and the creaking of the heavy, oaken desk.

With her smile spreading, the woman ran her tongue up your neck to the point of your sideburns, then bit onto one of your earlobes. After releasing it, she whispered into your ear. "I deceived you and the others. All along, right under your nose, the true Adder Adjutant was lurking... the creator of the world's largest terrorist organization, responsible for the deaths of millions. What do you think about that?" she questioned once more.

You returned her affection by kissing her neck, causing her to shudder in spite of herself. You answered: she was trying to lead you into judgment. That wasn't the Adder she created and if she'd stayed there to guide it properly, CEDIT would have grown into an even worse monster. You understood that now and accepted it. Balance was her goal and she'd achieved that as well as she could; the blood on her hands was spilled by others and accepted as her burden.

"Mmm... What sweet pillow talk," she chuckled, hiding her face against the desk as she beat down against your groin with increasingly desperate movements. You could tell from those animal-like thrusts that she loved the feeling of you inside of her; you remained motionless, hypnotized not to cum despite being at the point of eruption. "I deceived you, Ciao. I even controlled Au Revoir to do heinous things in the name of this world stability you've accepted. I robbed her of her agency. I used everyone I ever came into contact with. Manipulation became a matter of course and I hid my true face from everyone. Can you truly trust a person like that?"

You moved your hands to the ample cheeks of her thick, black ass and dug your fingers in, while bucking her body so that you could look into her face again. You told her that if she tried to force you to judge her actions, she'd be disappointed. You had already accepted the lies and deception along with the murders as part of what made her Vaarvel. All of it was for the sake of world balance. Without her actions, people like Bortnik would have already manipulated humanity into becoming their slaves. It wouldn't work for her to keep telling you of her atrocities; you'd already surrendered yourself to her mad genius. You kissed her deeply to prove it to her, while your bodies beat together urgently, her dark, muscular form hitting against your lean, white flesh.

When she drew away, her face held a demon-like smirk with gleaming eyes, nearly yellow in the light. "I'm not asking for your pity, nor for your absolution! I'm a demon who kills and deceives. I could order you to kill yourself with a single phrase. I could order you to kill Tschau, Au Revoir, Despedida, or Goodbye as it pleases me to do so. I could order to kill civilians and light the spark for new world wars. You'd be powerless to stop me from doing any of it," she hissed, now looking and sounding truly sinister, befitting the true leader of Adder.

You told her you understood that and, still yet, you were convinced she'd act in the best interests of humanity as a gracious demon. You wouldn't have thrown in with her otherwise.

"Are you so certain? Perhaps you're-- mmm-- tempted by the flesh and not by the goodness you believe to be within my soul?" Vaarvel giggled, then broke into a moan as she felt you push yourself inside her and hold there. "Aaah, fuck!"

You agreed that was part of it, then clenched your teeth with exertion; you'd never felt so backed up in your life. The only thing stopping you now from blowing your load inside of her wasn't any ethical or moral concern, but rather, the command she'd given you. With a sense as though the situation was becoming life or death, you assisted her in bouncing her hips up and down upon your own while gripping her ass. You had to drive yourself onward to the money shot or you thought you might pass out.

"Good... Good! Let's sign our contract together! Shoot it inside, Nathaniel! I order you to give me everything in those masochist balls of yours! Yes, that's the way!" Vaarvel groaned, cradling your head in her arms now as you followed her commands. Your combined liquids began to spatter from below, wetting the top of Madison's desk in a way that would surely make the London leader indignant, if her kidnapping wasn't already going to push her over the edge. "Mmmmm, I think you were right... Working together is going to be fulfilling in a lot of ways... Though, if we keep going at it like this, my peacekeeping efforts are going to be disrupted by maternity leave..."

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The experience of holding in well past your physical limits had been painful and exhausting, but the release at the end was euphoric... You didn't think that living this way would be beneficial for the mental health of either one of you going forward, but you didn't suspect you could stop yourself either.

The two of you embraced in a rare, quiet moment of bliss like lovers. It was just long enough for you to contemplate this impossible situation and how much stranger it could still become.

Surprising you, Vaarvel suddenly rolled off, past the side of the desk, then hit the switch on the lamp casting light over the desk. You and she both stood dead quiet as a CEDIT officer paused at the entrance, muttering under his breath as he noted the two incapacitated guards. As he knelt to check them out, Vaarvel hoisted you up from where you were lying, then punched a code into a hidden panel behind the desk; the wall opened quietly and let you inside of a stark, blue metal vault, dimly lit. You saw that she had carried her Madison suit with her in her arms. "Don't want to give them too many clues," she chuckled in a playful whisper, running her hand sensually down your tie before heading further into the room.

All around you inside the vault were hidden archives, labeled with suspicious, short titles. Each one you pulled open seemed to confirm Vaarvel's statements of Madison's role in world affairs. The folders presented you records of unauthorized surveillance, signatures on unconscionable human alteration procedures, and ample blackmail photography that you never would have suspected from your straight-laced former boss. You couldn't judge her too harshly... If you'd accepted the harsh truth about Vaarvel, you'd just have to do the same about Madison. Still, there was plenty of reading material to kill time until the alarm blew over.

Near the back, clad pathetically in a girlish, white bra and panty set, the young leader of CEDIT London glared at Vaarvel in accusation; she'd been bound, gagged, and tied to a chair. The chair wiggled back and forth underneath her as she feebly attempted to free herself. When you stepped out from the shadows, her blue eyes turned to you in confusion.

"Never fear, Madison. You'll understand it all in time as well." Vaarvel grinned wickedly, patting the narrow shoulder of her hostage. "Soon enough, Au Revoir will create a window of opportunity for us to escape. Such a shame I can't take her with us, lovely pawn that she's been... But she can still accomplish good work in the Goodbye Girls. I think that keeping her free from further participation in my plans may be the best way for me to make it up to her." She smiled sadly, perhaps thinking that she'd miss the friends she'd made within her own squad. "On the bright side, I'd say I'm coming out well in my little wager with Despedida. A shame I won't be able to see the look on her face... Oh well. New beginnings and all that. For now... We have an awful lot of time to kill..."

Madison's eyebrows arched with anger and muffled words poured from behind her gag as she saw Vaarvel's hand move to your zipper, which hadn't been set back up after your earlier, scandalous affair.

"You like spying on these sorts of things, don't you Madison? You'll get your fill in person, for once~"

You pressed the rogue agent up against the nearest cabinet, sending fresh files related to the Goodbye Girls toppling from the top of the shelf onto the floor messily around your feet. You ignored them, devoting all of your attention to the genuine article, appreciating every curve of her sculpted body while your tongue snaked in and out between her full, dark lips. This time, she didn't command you to do anything; you were allowed to steer. Madison watching you and judging you didn't matter at all any more... you weren't sure that anyone's judgment would.

"What do you think, Nathaniel?" Vaarvel asked through a moment in the kiss, her lips smacking wetly as she briefly pulled her mouth back and grinned. "Is this what you expected to find at the end of your investigation? Did it all turn out how you hoped?"

You appreciated her sigh of adoration as you gripped hold of one of her breasts and returned her eerie, sinister smile. You told her that, as usual, she'd defied your imagination.

"Mmm... Good man."