The Thieves Lust

It's a common misconception that cat burglars work during the night.

We do not.

We work whenever and wherever our marks are most vulnerable.

This particular mark was named Lord Gelvin Farthingworth the Third. Fifty-eight years old, Male, Human, landholder, and heir to the largest fortune in the realm.

He keeps an unusually regular schedule.

On Worshiptide he wakes, uses the facilities, dresses, and then eats a light breakfast before spending the day in quiet contemplation in his study.

Firsday the man spends the morning going over the previous weeks financials, the afternoon taking meetings at his lavish home, and the evening with his favorite mistress.

Secunday is spent consulting the managers of his numerous business holdings with his personal clairvoyant, a small Elf man named Sindierion Tearpool. This often takes most of the afternoon and evening, so he usually eats his meals in his office, unless his wife interrupts him to discuss their child, who is seventeen and enrolled in a prestigious academy. Money is the topic of most of these discussions.

Middleday he wakes early and has a spot of fencing with the grandmaster at his daughter's academy, and then eats a hearty meal before traveling to his personal business offices inside the Capitol, five and three quarters miles from his front door to the door of his office.

It takes our Lordship eighty-three minutes to make this journey, twenty-four minutes to inspect his business, fifteen to receive oral sex from his assistant (a Female Human who is nearly as old as his daughter) and a further eighty-six minutes to arrive back at his luxurious estate.

It was on the twelth midday of watching his life unfold that I moved. He left his estate as usual, warded it with twenty-one enchantments of varying potency and effect (Acid charms, piercing curses, a few poison tentacle pits, the usual stuff), tossed his man-at-arms a bulging sack of coins, entered his two horse carriage, and off he went.

I approached from the west of the estate, bypassing several alarm spells as I skipped over the hedges. Dressed as a member of the gentry in silk brocade and riding boots, I strike a dashing figure. Under the waistcoat is a vest that carries many of my tools. The belt at my waist hides many more. Guard hounds turned and were caught mid-growl as I activated my rod of sleep, turning their growls into snores as their heads fell to the ground. I ducked between them as I slipped the five inch metal dowel back into my belt, my nearly four foot frame barely peaking over the dogs hunched shoulders as they lay.

A small charm on my wrist buzzed as I approached the nearest door, signaling the numerous wards, enchantments, and charms placed over the portal. Ignoring the heavy wooden door, I instead removed the charm from my wrist and pressed it firmly between my fingers. It glowed briefly and then extended outward into a ten foot pole, small inch long bumps alternating up the sides every foot created a ladder of sorts. Leaning it against the wall and onto the trellis above the lintel, I remove my waistcoat, carefully roll it, and secure it to a loop on the back of my vest, then begin my climb.

As I ascended the ladder the vines on the trellis began to vibrate violently, signalling the next challenge in my quest. I stopped short as the creepers began moving downward, twirling around my makeshift ladder and attempting to twine round my wrists. Removing a small knife from my waist, I slashed upwards at the tendrils, each slash creating small fires that singed the vines and caused them to rapidly retract back into the main host of vines guarding the upper stories. Holding the knife aloft, I contiue my climb upon the trellis, the fiberous tentacles retreating as I pushed Tipobet through.

Reaching the window, I place the knife in my teeth and remove a small vial from a pouch at my side, spilling it's contents - clear but steaming - onto the thick glass panel.

It dissolves with a dull blue glow and a soft hiss, running down the sill and onto the trellis, causing the remaining vines to contract even more as the molten glass cools. Grimacing, knife still clenched firmly between my teeth, I pull myself up and onto the inner window sill and remove the blade to sheath it.

Standing on the edge, I brush my pants with my palms and examine the interior. The hallway I find myself in runs the length of the house, connecting every room on the second story with each other. Lavicously decorated with thick carpets, tapestries, statues and various other old artifacts of bygone eras, it was gaudy but tasteful. Wood panels, stone floors, stunning wallpaper with repeated patterns of trees on the inward facing walls, seamlessly replicating a forest inside the manor. The outer walls were made of stone, collinades rising to the ceiling and framing the scene outside in beautiful pinks, browns, and tans swirling and folding in on each other, layer after layer rising upwards in a spiral of soft-hued granite.

Turning, I pinch the ladder and it ascends up and between my fingers, becoming once again the charm that I had secured to my wrist, the glint of blueish light the only indication of the potential hidden within it's form.

Jumping down and onto the plush carpeting, I remove an instrument hanging from my back and hold it above and in front of me as it begins vibrating with occasional small hiccups of a shiver as I slowly wave it back and forth, scanning the building for what I want. A foot in length and made of some sort of shiny metal embossed with wood, it resembles a fancy moths antennae. Straight spine sporting a fanlike crest of smaller metal rods that extend outward at ninety degree angles from the main shaft, the fine wooden filigree traces the entirety of it's surface. As I waved the attunetment rod in the direction my target was, the fans began to clink softly together from the force of their vibrations.

Once the clink became a steady chime, I knew I had the target locked.

Sliding the rod into a series of loops in my vest designed for the purpose of holding it, I silently pad the hallway in the direction indicated, stopping every four or five steps to listen intently for movement under the soft chimes before pushing forward.

A dozen feet or more and I approach the room wherein lay my prize: A statuette of the Goddess Ellzbeth, Queen of Love and beauty, sharing her love with the Firstborn.

Smiling at the thought of the coin the sale of this treasure will surely rake in, I lift my wrist and hold it out in front of me, the charm buzzing with force. Lowering my hand, I remove another vial from my belt and uncork it with a slight hesitency. Inside is a measure of fine grained green dust. Tipping the tiny bottle to the side, I tap the top with my index finger to release a spray of powder over the threshold. As it nears the carpeting the powder hisses and suddenly disintegrates in a flash of greenish light.

The charm still buzzes angrily on my wrist as I contemplate my options. Finally I pull a small booklet from my front breast pocket and flip through it as an idea hits me. Mumbling as my fingers fly over the pages, I find what I am looking for.

Several years ago I made a trip to the darkest reaches of the innermost jungles and befriended a witch there who taught me a few incantations that I might find useful in my travels.

Using one such spell, I inhale and begin chanting in a strange language, gutteral but Tipobet Giriş with a rhythm that gave it a fluidity. The door briefly glowed red before settling down with a creek. The joins were crooked now, the panels worn and cracked with age, and the steel trap around the handle was clearly visible. Smiling, I remove a lockpicking kit from my belt and get to work, disarming the trap and picking the lock with ease. As it clicks the final tumbler, I push the door open and stride into the room with a confidence that is instantly deflated when I see that the pedastool holding the statuette is empty.

I blink, shake my head, blink several more times, then wipe my eyes.

Still not there.

In disbelief I check the charm at my wrist. It lies still and silent on it's clasp.

A cough cause me to whirl around and flick the charm, turning it into a shiny rapier that I point at the source of the intrusion.

My wife.

She stands behind the door and pushes it closed, the appearance of the wood sliding back into pristine and new as the enchantments reset upon closing. Five and a half feet tall, three heads taller than I, her hair is jet black, straight, and tied in a tight knot on the back of her head. Tanned skin with a toned figure, she was the epitome of athletic beauty. Her dress, that of the household maid's, was pulled up and cinched around her waist, revealing black leather leggings and a utility belt hanging loose on her hips.

"Meri..." a breathy whisper as I drink in her beauty once again, it being nearly a year since we last met.

"Joseph," a smile plays at the corners of her mouth, turning my name into a beautiful note of pleasure, "Looking for something?" She holds up the statuette and gives it a tiny shake, laughing as I shake my head and close my open mouth, tongue dry.

Composing myself, I smile at her and, keeping my rapier pointed at her chest, I move a step towards her, Meri herself mirroring these moves and moving a step backwards and towards an open doorway.

Widening my smile, I leap up and toward her as she dodges and ducks, twirling herself deeper into the room as I use my sword to slap the door closed and to slide the latch secure. Turning, I see that Meri has removed her dress and drawn two daggers from her hips as the fabric of her discarded garment flutters to the ground between us, ducked down and grinning as wide as I, ready to act as needed. The pants she was wearing are revealed to be the bottoms to a full-body leather suit, black as midnight and form fitting.

The statuette sits on the ground behind her.

"The Goddess will be mine as surely as your treasures gave themselves to me, Meri."

"Not a chance, Joseph!" She throws one of her daggers at my heart, to which I narrowly avoid the missle by parrying it away with my rapier. Simultaneously she leaps backwards, performing a backflip and grabbing the prize as she tumbles, landing agily on the pedastool from which it came.

I move forward as I parry the spinning blade and launch towards the nimble cat burglar as we bounce around the vault, Hacking and slashing at each other, knives and charms flashing wildly in a silence broken only by our breathing and taunts.

Lunge. Parry. Dodge. Repeat.

Soon the vault is littered with the remains of damaged goods, curtains flutter to the floor, paintings are slashed, daggers stick out from the walls like an inverse pincushion. She and I stand facing each other, breathing heavy as Meri looks down into my eyes with a hungry gaze. We are both holding the statuette at opposite ends when we both drop them and lunge into each others arms, my cheek bleeding from a near miss dagger strike and smearing it across hers as we spar with our tongues, hands roaming over each other's Tipobet Güncel Giriş bodies with unrbidled passion.

She lifts me as I remove the remnants of her jumpsuit from her upper body, revealing her small breasts, barely there bumps with hard nipples sticking proudly out, sweat glistening off of her brown skin. I pinch her nipples as she kisses me hard and carries me to a table, where Meri places me none-too-gently onto my ass and begins tearing my clothing from my body, revealing my torso and then my half-hard cock, nearly a foot long and leaking drips of precum as it finally has room to harden to it's full seventeen inches in lieu of the pants I had worn that day, now laying beside her bodice on the floor.

Pushing me to my back, Meri climbs onto the table and peels the rest of her leather outfit off of her lithe frame, revealing her toned legs and slim hips in their full. Her bush is trimmed so the only hair is around her lips, keeping her mons bare of pubes in the fashion of Halfling matriarchs. I smile at this reveal and compliment her by flexing my cock and pushing a dollop of my natural lubricant out to run down the length of my shaft. She smiles in turn and slides herself onto me fully, stopping only when my cockhead is resting against her cervix, nearly a third of my dick still showing beneath her.

Swiftly my Meri starts to ride my cockshaft, sliding her tight little pussy up and down my length as it grips me tightly, her vagina not wanting to give up my shaft as she raises and lowers her sex onto me. We both groan as the creak of the table echoes faintly in the vault, my hands gripping her chest and massaging as she pounds her needy pussy over and over.

Schlick schlick schlick.

The sound of pussy juice lubricating rubbing flesh combines with our breathing and the creaking of the table into an obscene chorus punctuated by grunts and growls. Meri rides me on the balls of her feet, her legs bent and knees splayed lewdly to either side of my chest, her eyes locked onto mine and her hands planted to either side of my head. My hands roam over her thighs, ass, and torso, squeezing and rubbing her as she begins to sweat from her forehead, falling to my chest and mixing with my own as I throw my head back and moan.

Suddenly her pussy tightens around my shaft and she pushes herself down onto me and nearly to the hilt, girlcum flowing from around her pulsating lips and seeping down onto my balls and pubic mound. Falling onto me, her tiny breasts press firmly into my face as she breaths heavily and shakes in delight, tremors moving through her arms and legs as I continue to thrust upward and into Meri's quivering wetness.

Her legs collapse outward to either side, her arms grip the table, pressing her body tighter against mine.

Balls tighten as I grip her tightly around the torso and pump for all I'm worth, Meri's gurgles of half concious pleasure mixing lewdly with the squelch of her used and sopping wet pussy. Her eyes are rolled back into her head, and spittle flecks from her mouth as I start to see stars inthe corner of my vision from exhertion and pleasure. My cock feels like it is going to burst as my balls finally begin retracting and delivering their payload, deep into my love's tight wetness is shot load after load of thick white come, so much that it oozes out from bewteen us and mixes with her own juices on me.

I let out a long held breath and groan loudly, my hands gripping Meri's back tightly and leaving long red scratches in her smooth tanned flesh, my hips pushing hers up and then slowly lowering as I came down from my orgasm.

Both breathing heavily, i hear the steady ting of my alarm charm going off in my discarded clothing.

We have less than 20 minutes to leave.

My Meri smiles at me and looks deep into my eyes before headbutting.

I come to fully clothed and outside the manor, but without my prize.

But what a second place trophy, my friend.