Contents: m/m (cis/trans), dubcon, stuck, tentacles, teasing, dp.
It's an easy job, I told myself as I bagged my things. You get in and you get out. Where your brethren had failed, you have the skills to finish this job.
I took the scroll from my pillow into my hands and opened it to give it one last look.
There he was. The archmage who had cast me aside for not learning magic fast enough. Little did he know I would now use those same skills he had taught me to steal his most precious artifact.
I grinned at the hastily made painting. The old man had changed somewhat over the years we'd been separated. His black and white hair was now longer and his features had turned even more devilish from the years of practicing the dark arts. Some might have told me I was mad for sneaking into the household of the most powerful man in the city, but I wasn't mad. I had filled my heart with thoughts of revenge and I would have it.
I burned the parchment in my hands and put my shirt on. Tugging it neatly under my belt. I took one glance at the mirror to make sure I looked as innocuous as I could and took off.
Finding the tower was the easiest part. After all, I had lived there for a couple of years and you really couldn't miss it due to its size. The back gate opened easily with a simple touch of a lockpick. I hid in the dark as the guards passed me by. The backyard was a grim place. A few of my other guild mates had tried to steal the artifact before me, only to find themselves hanging from the rafters.
One of them still hung there, slowly rotting away.
I knew the same fate would fall on me if I failed my quest, yet I wasn't scared. I had a good reason to be complacent.
The other guild members had their doubts about my skills when I joined. My stockier frame made them think I was unable even to climb and do my job.
But I showed them.
After my first successful big heist, they saw my potential and never gave me any trouble after that. Now I was getting jobs left and right and I was top of my league
I knew the first floor didn't have any magical traps nor locks to stop me. The archmage's guards meant little to me. Most of them were drunk and paid little attention to their surroundings. A simple rock thrown at the rusting garden gate tricked them to go check what made such a loud noise.
With a wide smirk on my face, I sneaked right through the back door into the tower. Remembering my time in the tower, I lightly stepped over every creaking floorboard I knew and hid in the shadows when someone strolled by me.
The guards were not allowed to go into the second floor, stairs leading to it were covered with magical sigils to trap any unwanted guests. The large hall next to them held a secret only the archmage and his pupils knew. Behind the old grandfather clock, there was an illusion of a stone wall that hid a teleportation sigil, which would easily lead me to the floor I had my eyes on. I carefully sneaked near the clock and stepped inside the veiled hidden space.
The sigil's magic felt tingly, had I still had breasts, my nipples would have hardened from the feeling of it. I slightly touched my chest as the teleportation spell took hold and in a blink of an eye, I was transported into another hallway, far above the ground level. The space upstairs was also hidden and I carefully peeked into the hallway before stepping out from my hiding place. With a simple spell, I tried to detect any traps in the hallway.
Immediately, one of the towering statues in the hallway glowed faintly. I made a mental note to go carefully around it. The hallway had the same long decorative carpet as in the past. Going behind any door on this level could make anyone a rich man, but I was only after one thing and it was behind the farthest stone door.
The hallway hummed almost silently in the dark. The magic was strong here and without proper training, one could faint in the face of it. The archmages' magical abilities were potent. Even without training, you could feel the magic flow through him when he was close by. I didn't feel that flow here. I wasn't sure where he was, but he was far enough not to detect me with his powers.
The old man was clever, but I was even cleverer. Due to his age, he was stuck to his old habits and I knew how to exploit them. Slowly, but surely I sneaked past the statue which I had given a faint glow.
I didn't know what the pentadecagonal artifact I was looking for did. When I was still his pupil, it seemed to mean a lot to him. The buyer hadn't given any indication either what it could be and honestly, I didn't even care. All I wanted to do was to take it away from him. Once in a while, I redid my detection spell to see other traps.
I finally reached the quite well-detailed stone door. There was no visible lock on it. I grabbed one of my lockpicks from my belt and cast a small spell on it. With it, I could easily see multiple locks on the door and began to work on them one by one. The lock had incredible springs and bolts. I felt small droplets of sweat forming on my forehead as I worked. It took some time, but I finally heard the last pin find its place, and all the locks opened for me. Had I been in a safer space I would have danced in joy.
Gradually the heavy door opened as I pushed myself into the room.
There was only one chest almost as tall as me and the glow inside of it lit the whole room with teal and white spirals. The view in front of me was eerie and I did my little spell again to detect any traps only to find none. The hum from the hallway was stronger here and I felt a small shiver inside of my skull.
I crouched across the room near the obsidian treasure chest and observed it closely. There was no lock and it wasn't magical, which seemed strange to me. I tried to lift the lid slightly to peek inside and the light within the chest grew almost blinding.
The pentadecagon wasn't there.
In panic I lift the lid completely open and hunched over the chest, sticking my hand into the glow.
