Lord Alexander Marcus Blakely smiled in the dying firelight. Lady Ellina Belfry blushed prettily as the red light of the fire was captured in his silver eyes. Her hands moved down into his lap, and lightly outlined the bulge rising towards her there.
The waistband to Blakely's rather fashionable leather fighting leggings was being untied by her skilled and obviously experienced fingers. Every so often, her palm would press down and his cock would jump further. He watched her as she pried open the ties into his waistband, and was met by his cock. Her eyes widened as Alex raised his eyebrow with a sly grin.
She lowered her head and kissed it, then sucked it into her mouth slowly. Alex' head tilted back, and he sighed in contentment as she began to mouth him more and more energetically. Soon, he was straining into her mouth as she rimmed his cock head with her teeth, running them across the scintillating glands under the mushroom head.
Alex grabbed the back of her head and pushed her back onto the couch. Ellina smiled mischievously and pulled her skirt up past her hips. She wore no underwear either. Her cheeks hollowed as she bit her lip, and Alex slid on top of her and kissed her. The fire popped, but neither of them noticed.
Ellina began to grind her hips against Alex's, and her tongue darted out of his mouth and ran up behind his ear, even as he began to nibble at her collarbone. She gave a moan of passion, and Alex laughed softly. Her eyes were outraged for a moment, then he surged forwards, burying himself up to his balls in her heat.
Her eyes opened wide, and she gave a very indecorous squeak as he hardened further inside of her. His silver eyes glowed with the light of the fiery coals, and Ellina shut her eyes as he began to slide in and out of her passionate heart. Her fingernails raked his back, and she shuddered around his length.
Alex arced into her, thrusting deeper and deeper. He kept up the same maddening rhythm until Ellina groaned and began to thrust up to him, meeting him and spurring him on. Alex's forearms slid down to rest on the couch as he supported himself above her. Her legs curved around until the back of their calves rested atop each other, and Ellina reached down to grasp at the cheeks of his ass, pulling him further up, driving him further inside of her.
She shuddered around him again, and lay back with a guttural moan as Alex began thrusting up towards her with all his power. Again and again he rubbed against the inside of her, driving waves of exquisite sensations through her.
She began to writhe on the couch as he pumped his cock through her moist lips in time to his grunts. Ellina's eyes shot open and her fingernails scored deep scratches across Alex's back as she climaxed. Alex was mere seconds behind her, grabbing her shoulders and pushing her down onto his thrusts.
With one final heave, he burst deep inside of her, and she sank back into the cushions of the couch, a small smile on her face. Alex slid out of her and pulled his leather trousers back up and retied them. He could feel the wet head of his cock pressing against his thigh. Ellina opened one eye. "Not staying?" Alex leant down and kissed her, and reached for his pack.
"Not tonight. I've something else to do."
***
The tumbler clicked, and a slight smile curled the thief's lips. Rudimentary, really. A slight frown creased the cloaked figure's otherwise unmarred forehead. He paused, silhouetted in the moonlight shining through the open window. A hand reached out from the shadows of the thief's cloak, and lay gingerly over the top of the lock.
There was no telltale tingling of the skin, when he touched the ornate wood. The skilled thief could sense no sorcery. Still he hesitated. No noises came to him from outside. A thin smile bent his lips once more as the black shrouded thief began to feel his shoulders bunch, gathering muscle. His finely tuned sense of danger raised the defensive hackles on the back of his neck.
He knew his instincts were preparing his body to fight, but as his adrenaline began to set fire to his veins his legs bunched, powering up. Flight or fight?. With an almost negligent motion, the black figure flipped the lid back on the small oaken chest, and reached in.
This time it was not caution but an almost reverent sense of awe that stayed the thief's hand. It wasn't a large ring, as rings go. But it was pure silver, with a glittering blue jewel serving as the eye. The almost delicately sculptured image of a dragon in mid flight was very clear and detailed.
The blue jewel flashed in the moonlight, the bemused thief wondering for a moment if the dragon was winking at him. For a split second, the thief felt ludicrous, and quite nearly felt like winking back. Then his smile became a tight, controlled line once again.
To save time, he slipped the ring onto his finger and negligently tapped the back of the lid just hard enough to let it slap shut loudly. Then he turned and walked to the window. He had just put his hands on the window, and one black clad foot on the sill when a firm voice cut through the stillness of the night.
"That'll be just about far enough, I believe, mister." The thief paused, unsurprised as balls of fire began to appear throughout the room. The fire brought light to the darkness, and to the black, inky cloak about the shoulders of the thief. A dozen men stood warily on the other side of the room.
One was a stocky, middle aged man with a neatly trimmed beard and a haughty expression that proclaimed louder than words of his position as lord of the manor. Beside him stood a man with rich red robes and a hand carved oak staff, encrusted with powerful runes.
The wizard responsible for the fireballs, by the thief's guess. Behind and to both sides of the triumphant pair stood soldiers, or mercenaries. Armed and uniformed men, at any rate. Uniformed as in clothing.
The men varied in size; from one small and wiry fellow whose eager face and beady eyes made him look like a cross between a man and a small pig to one barbarian with a pair of brutish hammers by his hips who looked to be well over seven feet tall. The Lord grinned and laughed, and slapped his hand on the wizard's shoulder. The wizard, however, was busy studying the thief.
The thief was a tall and lithe man with relatively broad shoulders, although his assumption of build was most likely incorrect, as the long dark cloak shielded all but the man's head, and the raised cowl plunged his face into shadow, obscuring all but his chin, and mouth. Clean shaven, and proud, the man's lips curled into a smirk brimming with mirth. The wizard's eyes narrowed.
The thief did not show any sign of fear, yet was surrounded by both a wizard and a large group of armed and obviously skilled fighters. And yet Aldric could sense no fear in this man. Something was wrong. Aldric watched as Tovin and Grogan moved forward to hold the man.
The thief continued to study the wizard, and the confidant smirk faded when the thief recognized the wizard's signs of uneasiness. He tired of the charade and his mouth back to the trademark tight controlled line. Two of the guards, more normal sized than the barbarian and the weasel, came forward, to stand to either side of the thief at a curt signal from the Lord.
The petty man held out his hand, and imperiously sneered. "My ring, Peasant." An angry, tight line of indignation formed across the thief's mouth. Then he bowed, low and chuckled.
Then he vanished.
With startled oaths, the two guards went for their swords, but the wizard was the quicker. With a wave of his hands and a murmured word of magic, the wizard's eyes saw the heat emanations of the two burly guards, and the thief, albeit somewhat muted by the thick black cloak.
The wizard stopped in the midst of his spell casting as the invisible thief flipped onto his hands and twirled, kicking first one guard, and then blasting his other foot through the pitiful defences of the other.
Without slowing his momentum, the thief pivoted to swing his feet in a quick arc to kick the feet out from under the staggering guardsmen, who landed gracelessly on their backsides with pained grunts. With a heave of his outstretched arms, the thief righted himself.
A slight small ripple of power flowed from his centre, and he reappeared into normal sight. The wizard blinked, breaking the spell. With a cocky bow of his head, the thief slipped out of the window, and out into the night.
The Lord rushed past the guards, only now getting to their feet, and bellowed out through the window, into the night. "Miscreant! Thieving Knave! Cowardly Do...!" The man's words ended abruptly as an apple from the tree outside shattered against the Lord's face, splattering his nose across his cheeks.
***
Ferris was one of those people whose name was very appropriate. He was a man who looked distinctly like a ferret, with a small wiry body, small pinched nose, and sly, greedy eyes. He had made a very impressive reputation from being in contact with almost everyone, on almost anything.
His slightest whim was law, as any number of people who forgot to pay him had found out. Any and all illegal contracts and thefts were proposed through him. He had a fearsome reputation as a swindler, and was no novice with the blade, either. None of this mattered to him as he pushed his cock deeper and deeper into the young ass at his feet.
The young man was barely a man, not even twenty yet, and needed to get close to the crime boss to get anywhere in life. Luckily for him, he had come across Ferris when the man was in sore need of some release. Unluckily for him, a quick bottle across the back of the head, and the boy was dead. Ferris began to push harder into the dead boy's bowels, and his rapidly cooling body.
He'd have to come soon. That was the problem when they died, you had to get it over and done with quicker, because they stiffened up after a while. Ferris felt his balls begin to churn as he neared his climax. He wondered when he could get rid of the body, and in what way.
His cock pulsed deep inside the boy's bowels, and Ferris hummed happily, wondering at what sort of pose he could leave the boy. Although it was all so trivial, perhaps he should buy a furnace. His random thoughts became even more trivial when a razor sharp dagger came to rest just under his Adam 's apple.
