I was intrigued by the subtle display of wealth in the heart of the city slums. Outwardly, the long building looked like an inn, but I'd been watching it for days. It was always the same people coming and going. Small flashes of gold, silver, and jewels were hidden among the dirt and dust, priceless works of art were displayed on cracking walls. The locals were either regulars or they kept a respectful distance.
Clearly this belonged to some sort of criminal organization. I wondered what other treasures were hidden within? The compulsion to find out was too strong to resist, so I watched and waited and learned. I picked out the guard rotation that blended in with the crowd. My shapeshifter senses smelled no enchantments on the outer walls.
After a week of obsession, I found myself padding softly through the darkened hallways. I always felt safe in the shadows. My catlike eyes could see with only the barest hint of light, and my sensitive nose and ears could alert me to hidden danger. I blended in easily wearing form fitting black leather, my long dark hair wild around me like a cloak of darkness.
The lower floor was still alive with drunken humans singing songs and gambling away their modest earnings, but up here on the third floor everything was quiet. I never saw any lights up here. It seemed abandoned. The air smelled stale and dust coated the floors.
I reached into my belt and withdrew my tools, then got to work picking the lock on the door in front of me. It was a massive double door, the fanciest door on the floor and therefore the one I wanted to open. It took no time at all. There was no lock in the world that could keep me out for long.
I slipped into the room and closed the door behind me, my senses immediately on alert. This room was lived in. It did not smell like old dust. The bedding was rumpled from use, the red and gold fabric vibrant, and the fireplace smelled strongly of a recent fire. There must be a hidden entrance to the room somewhere because I would bet my life that nobody used the hallway I'd just come from.
Well. Nobody was around just then, and the wealth in this room wasn't subtle at all. I smirked as I explored, dipping my hands into chests and cabinets and coming away with gilded knives, expensive rings, and other knick knacks that would fetch a decent price. I didn't need the money, but I had a thing for collecting pretty things and the owner of this room would be fine without them.
And then I found it. A safe hidden behind a painting. How cliché. I smirked to myself and got to work, shifting so my ears changed shape and became more feline, and therefore even more sensitive. I pressed an ear against the cold metal and listened for the telltale click of a job well done.
I was too late in realizing my mistake. I was in a human city, so I expected human victims. But the powerful hands that suddenly gripped my waist were tipped in claws and I understood immediately that the overpowering scent of fire I'd smelled didn't come from the fireplace at all. It was his scent, fire and fur, that now enveloped me as my body was pulled back into a hard chest. I could feel his deep growl vibrating through my body.
A hellhound. Shit.
"I don't know you, little thief. That's the only reason you aren't dead right now." His voice was low, rough, and sexy.
I squirmed in his grip, which only made my body rub against him. He was stronger than me. I wasn't used to that since I mostly stole from humans. "Guess I'm just that good," I responded airily, as if I wasn't concerned for my life. In my defense, I was that good. I'd never been caught before now.
He chuckled and one of his hands moved up to grip my throat. "I know every thief that moves through my domain and you aren't one of them." His other hand slid around my body, slipping into my pockets and removing my stolen trinkets one by one. He didn't remove my weapons though. Interesting.
"What can I say?" I rasped, "You missed one."
"Not likely," he replied, his grip tightening, "I should punish you for lying to me."
I really should not have been turned on by that, but I always had been a little weird in that department. Nothing got my pussy going quite like fear, and getting tangled up with a hellhound? That certainly got my adrenaline going. I would have whimpered if the pressure on my neck allowed me too. Instead I just squirmed, pressing my ass back against him and squeezing my thighs together.
"You smell like sex, little thief. How about I wash your filthy lying mouth out with cum? Maybe then we can have a more honest conversation. Nod if you understand."
I nodded. I wish I could say I was planning on lowering his guard so that I could fight back and escape, but truthfully I was only thinking about hot demon cock. Maybe once I had an orgasm or five I could kick his ass and leave sated and a little wealthier.
The hand around my waist moved lower, dipping under my leather pants and feeling my wetness. There was no doubt that I was turned on by this stranger. A stranger I haven't even looked at yet. Once he was satisfied, his other hand released my throat and tangled roughly in my hair instead. I gasped for breath and he used my brief recovery time to pull me down to my knees.
