This is a story about a man named Colin who wished for a magical cock. If you want to learn how his tale began, read my story titled "Wish Come True". You can enjoy this story on its own, but you might appreciate the background and context.
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Colin crouched in the shadows, trying to remain still and silent. He was hidden under a crate with sides made from loose slats. He could see through the gaps in the slats, and he knew someone could see him if he drew attention to himself. He felt his legs starting to fall asleep, and worried that he wouldn't be able to move quickly when the time came. He adjusted his position and winced as he heard the crate scrape on the cobblestones of the alleyway.
Colin held his breath and looked to see if the woman he had been watching had noticed him. She seemed to be looking up and down the alley nervously, but didn't pay any attention to the spot where he was hidden. Colin let his breath out.
The woman was dressed in leggings and a sleeveless hooded top that laced up the front. Her clothes were tightly fitted and made from a dark grey material. She was thin and lithe, with muscular legs and clearly defined shoulders. Colin thought she had the physique of a runner or a gymnast. Her dark hair was pulled into a tight ponytail.
Colin was sure this was the agent the Thieves' Guild had sent. The canvas bag she wore across her body hung loosely, and Colin was sure it was empty. He told himself he just needed to be patient, and resisted the urge to fidget.
Colin's legs felt like they were starting to cramp by the time the woman was joined in the alleyway. A short man in red and black robes wearing a round hat exploding with feathers strode in from the street. The two talked quietly together with their backs to Colin. They started to walk as they talked, and Colin lost sight of them past the crate next to the one that was hiding him.
Colin cursed to himself quietly. He wasn't particularly skilled at sneaking, and he was sure an agent of the Thieves Guild could escape into the night faster than he could catch her. He also wasn't eager to surprise the mage who had been sent by the Collegium. He only had one special skill, and it wouldn't work on the mage.
Colin considered abandoning his plan, but only briefly. He steadied himself, lifted the crate the smallest amount that would let him slip from underneath it, and set it back down next to himself as gently as he could manage. He started to slip around the other crate, but shot back when he saw the thief and the mage walking back his way. His heart pounded so loudly he wondered if they could hear it.
The mage walked back to the street he had come from. The thief tightened the strap on her bag and put one hand and one foot onto the stone wall next to her. Colin quickly glanced towards the street, hoping the mage was gone but knowing he didn't have time to check.
"Hey!" Colin said in a sharp but quiet voice as he burst from his hiding spot. She had taken one vertical step up the wall, but dropped back down at the noise. A small dagger materialized in her hand with a motion too fast for Colin to follow.
Colin fumbled with the waistband of his pants. The woman let out a cry of alarm and gracefully slid around him. She pinned one arm painfully behind his back and held the point of her dagger to his throat.
Colin felt he was out of time and out of tricks. He opened his mouth to say something but she stopped him with a slight pressure from the tip of her dagger. The woman pulled him sharply back to see what he was holding in his free hand. Colin let out a relieved breath.
Colin had pulled out his cock and was holding it in front of him. He was aroused by danger and excitement, and was semi-hard already. He waited a second to be sure she had seen it, then he turned to face her, breaking free from her loosening grip.
"Okay, here's what you're going to..." Colin started.
"Is everything alright!" the mage shouted in a shrill voice behind Colin.
"Get rid of him, then you can have this," Colin whispered at her as he waved his cock.
"It's all right," the woman stepped to the side of Colin and grabbed his growing erection as she addressed the mage. Her dagger had disappeared, although Colin had not seen her put it away and had no idea where it had gone.
"This is an old friend of mine," she continued, squeezing Colin's cock gently. "He startled me a bit. That's all."
Colin wanted to listen carefully for an indication that the wizard was leaving, but he found himself unable to concentrate on anything except for the soft hand stroking his cock.
"You're sure?" The mage's voice was suspicious.
"I don't mean to be rude," the thief responded, "but my friend and I have business that doesn't concern you. You have your payment, it would be best if you were on your way." She started stroking more intensely, and Colin thought the movement of her shoulder must be obvious to the mage.
"Okay, well... alright," the mage said.
When the thief's gaze moved from the street behind Colin to his eyes, Colin figured the mage must have left. Colin gestured down the alley and farther from the street, and she gave him a nod in return. She led him by his erection back behind the crates and mostly out of view from the street. She threw her bag down and spun around to lean against the wall.
Colin untied the bow in the laces on her shirt. She pulled off her boots as he loosened her top and then pulled it over her head. The garment dropped to the ground with a hard thunk that Colin thought must have come from her hidden dagger. Her breasts were small and hard, and Colin thought they suited her athletic build perfectly. Her nipples stood high off of her chest, and Colin leaned down to gently bite one as he helped her wiggle out of her tight pants.
Colin pinned her against the wall, and she wrapped one leg around him. He pushed his cock into her, and she cried out. He held onto her hips for leverage and pumped in and out of her. She let out loud moaning gasps. Colin stopped to look towards the street, nervous that her cries might attract attention.
She grabbed his face roughly and turned it to face her. "I don't give a shit if anyone hears," she growled at him. "I need you to fuck me like you mean it."
Colin grinned. He turned her so her back was against one of the crates. She put her arms on the crate behind herself to hold her body up as he picked up her legs and started to fuck her fast and hard. He was impressed with her strength, as she was holding up almost all of her own weight. He was also impressed with how tight she was. He didn't think he would last long.
"Are you ready to make me cum?" Colin asked. She let out loud panting gasps that sounded something like an affirmative reply to him. "Where do you want it?"
She bit her lip and looked down to his cock thrusting in and out of her. Her cries turned into whimpering moans.
"Don't tell me you're shy all of sudden. If you want me to cum in your mouth, just tell me."
She nodded slightly. "I want it."
Colin thrust hard into her and stopped. "You want what? Let me hear you say it."
She wrapped her legs around him for leverage and started bucking her hips. "I want you to cum in my mouth."
"Just like a..." Colin left the thought incomplete. She looked at him with her brows knitted.
"What kind of girl fucks a man she just met in a dirty alley, then begs him to cum in her mouth?" He shifted his grip to her ass, pulled her onto his cock, and held her there firmly. "Answer me, and then I'll get back to fucking you."
"Like a whore! I want you to fuck me and cum in my mouth like a filthy gutter slut!" She yelled loudly enough that Colin was sure someone out on the street must have heard.
"Okay. So here's the deal. You give me the bag, and I'll give you that mouthful of cum you want so badly." He relaxed his hold and started thrusting inside her again.
"What?!? No! I'm letting you fuck me. That should be enough for you." She was outraged as she used her legs to pull him deeper into her with each stroke.
"Have it your way." Colin pulled her legs off of him and let her go. She collapsed onto the cobblestones as he started to pull up his pants.
"You can't leave! We're not finished!" Her eyes were points of fire.
Colin stopped with his pants halfway up and stared at her. He raised one eyebrow as he waited for her to continue.
"Fine!" She growled at him, "you can have it!"
Colin smirked at her before he dropped to his knees. He picked her ass up from the ground and impaled her on his cock again. He found that he enjoyed her loud cries, even if he was concerned that they might be interrupted.
Colin pulled his cock out of her and dropped her to the ground. He tried to move up to her face as quickly as he could, but a spurt of thick white cum landed across her chin and her torso before he put his cock in her mouth. She panted and moaned as he filled her mouth, then dropped her head to the ground contentedly.
"It was a pleasure doing business with you." Colin pulled up his pants, grabbed the thief's bag, and hurried out of the alley.
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Colin traveled to a run down neighborhood in the city of Drake's Landing and found a man named Lem in a dark corner of a tavern called The Raven. Lem was a disheveled bald man at the far end of middle age. Colin opened his bag to show Lem a gold rod the thickness of his wrist and the length of his forearm. It flared at one end into the likeness of a lion, its mouth open in a roar. He closed his bag and sat down next to Lem.
"I got it for you. That's five-thousand crowns. I don't see a bag full of money here. How are you paying?"
"Wait just a minute," Lem said, his hands raised defensively. He held up two fingers to a barmaid who had made eye contact. "I said it's worth five-thousand. I didn't say I had five-thousand for you."
"You what? You fucking weasel..." Colin spat at him.
"Calm down, young buck. You'll get your money. My client just wants to meet with you directly."
"Fucking slime. I'll gut you like a fish..." Colin cut himself short as the barmaid walked over and set two mugs of ale before them.
"Easy, killer. This guy wanted you specifically. He's a good guy and we're both going to walk away rich."
