They all sat in the Black Orchid, a tea parlor and inn alongside a very lonely road. It had an ominous presence but it was often the only place for hours in either direction. Fahrris, the proprietor, sat in the tea parlor with dignified men, each traveling for various reasons. He kept his attention on one specific person; a mountainous man with streaks of silver through his black mane and well-kept beard. He was a pleasant person with a smile on his face, laugh lines set into a weathered complexion. Rugged, unpolished gem wrapped in satin. Fahrris could smell the hsien-blood running through the man's veins.
The traveler had introduced himself as Northwind, a man on business for his family. Fahrris, playfully, challenged the travelers to a series of games of chance; each one giving up something "imaginary" about themselves, just to see how far one was willing to go for the prize. Each one agreed, though some had some reluctance and Northwind was skeptical of the exercise in general. He invited them into his private room, offering his private collection of wine. No one would resist the chance at free wine, especially something a cunning man like him might have. They sat on comfortable pillows, ate rich foods, and played all his games. They drank and joked; each winning and losing their "imaginary" parts. It wasn't long before they began to weigh the value of these traits and so the high stakes games began. Fahrris smiled as he dealt the cards or rolled the dice; to him it was all the same, the dealer took his tips off the top or the house collected it's due.
Fahrris was the Kleptomancer, the master of his school of thievery as a form of magic itself. He has taken much over the years, but he is after a large haul tonight... Northwind. The wine was stronger than they thought and laced with a poison that eroded the protection around one's memories. Fahrris carefully played each player as he raped their minds without them knowing. He set them up, using his magics to rearrange chance into his desired outcome. It was too late as they began to realize he had taken too much from them, except for Northwind. The other travelers had laid around on their comfortable pillows, their minds and lives spent in fruitless games. The muscular, older man tried to stand, but his strength was sapped from too much drink, or so he suspected...
But Fahrris had been giving him a little something extra to his drink. The hsien can be weakened by silver and Fahrris had a little bit of powdered silver added to his drink. Fahrris whispered this to him, "You are caught in my trap, inescapable." as he grabbed him up and hauled him to the corner of the room.
Northwind protested but could not fight being manhandled as such. "What have you done...? Why...?"
Fahrris dropped him onto the large cushion and gave the hsien a predatory smile "You're not just strong, but you have power." as he slid over the large man and pinned him down "You have authority. These games were just foreplay..." His hand stealthily passed over Northwind's crotch and discovered the outline of his meaty member. Northwind gasped, he was caught off guard and Fahrris fully measured him before he realized. He averted his gaze from the Kleptomancer's intimate whisper "You don't have to play games with me anymore, I'll take what I want!" as he tore the clothes from the older man's powerful form.
Northwind had the body of an old warrior, one that never stopped training. He was battled-hardened, scared, well-fed, and built for power and awe. He had a patch of thick, curling white hair over his chest that stopped midway down to his belly button in a crest-shaped patch. His forearms and calves boast the same hair, but the patch of smooth fur over his giant, pristine dick was a youthful black. A blush came over his exposed flesh as he was embarrassed and humiliated by his exposure. He tried to sluggishly move his limbs through the fog of drunk and poisoned state, but Fahrris was too sharp. The bigger man was shocked as a tendril of shadow reached out and took him by his wrist.
As soon as he had his wits about him, his other wrist was trapped. His arms were pulled together over his head as he was pulled up against the wall. He was stretched to just barely the tips of his toes, "Fahrris, there must be another way! You can't do thi-!" He gasped and moaned mid sentence as soon as he felt Fahrris pull his ass cheeks apart and slide his tongue over the hsien's puckered sphincter and then inside of it. Northwind's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he lost the grip from his toes as they curled. It didn't matter, Fahrris held him up by Northwind's thick rump and wriggled his tongue all up inside of him. Northwind could not control himself as his dick shot up to attention and throbbed with a stream of pre-cum.
Fahrris slowly pulled his tongue out of Northwind and stepped away. Northwind slumped from his shadow restraints, rock hard and actually looking disappointed before a little defeated. Fahrris spun him around and ran a finger up the shaft of the man's cock, wiping off the stream of pre-cum before taking its taste. Northwind was disgusted, but his heart began to race and his cock began to throb even harder. He felt a little dizzy as his cock got a little harder and harder. His breathing became harder as all he could think about was his cock needed to be satisfied that all he needed to do was to cum. He looked at Fahrris with wild eyes "What are you doing to me!?"
The Kleptomancer stroked the side of the hsien's face and it felt like electricity on his skin. "A little story for another time, but it is Incubus Venom. Something to keep you cooperative during the Heist." As the Kleptomancer begins to run his hand over Northwind's dick, massaging its length "You have a lot to lose, not like those other flaccid vagabonds..."
Northwind clenched his teeth and buttocks as Fahrris began to massage his balls as well. The skin pulled taut over his balls was smooth, as was the rest of Northwind's body. He aged gracefully as a hsien; half-animal and half-human. They were spirit beings that could be any part of one or another part of themselves. They each had a totemic self, an animal side that made them whole. This kept their body's hearty and hale much longer than others. Fahrris wraps his lips around Northwind's cock and begins to suck it off.
Northwind's strength buckles again and he slips from what little control he has and is pinned to the wall. Fahrris forces one of the large legs over his shoulder and penetrates his ass with a deft, spidery digit. The hsien's eyes go wide as he is compromised fully by the Kleptomancer. As Fahrris sucks him off and tickles his prostate, the kleptomancer's magic violates Northwind's being. With each sip of fluid, Fahrris penetrates deeper into Northwind's spirit and reveals the man to the terrible incubus attacking him. Northwind could not help but cry as he tried to stave off the waves of unwanted pleasure that wracked his body. The Old Wolf had a strong will, he had a warrior's heart and fought hard to control his body. He couldn't let the Kleptomancer win, not even for the satisfaction.
The only problem was that Fahrris was skilled and experienced. Fahrris was familiar with all things masculine, Northwind was nothing but such; his thick, muscular limbs flexed and rigid against the shadow tendrils, his abs taut and outstanding, straining against his labored breathing.
Fahrris reveled with each little secret he drank from the powerful man at his mercy. Northwind was the leader of their tribe, practically a king of their kind. The Old Wolf could feel himself reel as the tendrils hung him like a hammock. Fahrris plumbed the depths of Northwind's mind and heart for everything he could gather on the women in his life, edging Northwind in and out of ecstasy. He stopped anally penetrating him for now and focused on masturbation torture. He worked the man's cock with stolen knowledge, knowledge Northwind never knew he had to steal.
