Chapter 1 - A Business Transaction
I am a pretty good mage. I studied hard for it, though I never really wanted to be one. I was too tall to be a rogue, they said, too scrawny to be a warrior. The dangly mess of bones and skin that I was, was only suitable for magic. It sure did not feel great to give up on my dreams so young, and it showed when I was around others, limiting my social circles to many celibate mages conjuring elemental waters to fuck and and warlocks who mostly had sex with their conjured demons.
I always wondered how the other sorts of people lived their lives, and frequented taverns which descended into fights and sexual debauchery as the night went on. By the end of every night, I would at the very least see someone's tits out, or someone blow their load explosively on a table. It was a rowdy sort of place, and I loved pretending I was a part of it.
I sometimes partook in the revelry, purchasing a night with a beautiful perfumed maiden, but there was nothing beyond desire there. I could not have them in my room forever, as they had a job to do for the rest of the night. Instead, I slunk off home to dream of a girl in my bed going under the covers to wake me up by swallowing every last drop, then resting her chest against mine with a satisfying warm squish.
I needed to work on something to get my mind off these desires, something that would make me worthy of such a vixen in my bed. I wanted to learn a skill that no mage needed, but I desired to learn from the very first hopes to become a rogue in my youth. Lockpicking.
Once on an adventure with a group, I scryed a lockbox hidden from view, but did not say anything. It was only a spoil of the excursion if I reported it, but I had a feeling about it. I brought it home, thinking it was likely sealed with magic, but it turned out to have both the magical and physical locks in place. The worst part about it was, it had to be completed at the same time. While I could set the magical unlocking to happen remotely, I would still need to unlock the physical lock myself, or risk someone else knowing about the contents.
A lockpicking set was easily enough to obtain from the shady dealers near the taverns of debauchery, but I just kept breaking the tools I tried to use. There was a great deal of finesse to lockpicking, and my long fingers were less than perfect for small utensils. I needed help from someone with smaller hands, even if just to teach me how to do the motions that made a lock pop. Unfortunately, rogues kept their skills close to the chest, and it was unlikely to find one who would teach me, let alone to open the box for me without stealing the contents.
I had to do it myself. I scryed everywhere I went, gathering lockboxes of all sorts that rogues would find most often, amassing them in my room as my nights were absorbed breaking new lockpicks. I thought I was getting a tiny bit better, but my hands were constantly in pain from holding the metal tools steadily. After a while, I stopped even going adventuring, just spending my whole time trying to open one measly lock, but every night I failed.
Someone from my acquaintances pulled me along on an adventure, one of the mages that had not seen me in a while. I was ashamed of the closed lockboxes and hid them away in my room like some sexual devices. I was sure that was what he thought, and it was better than admitting that I had been trying to develop a new skill. I was only pleasantly surprised to find a female rogue on the team, with dark purple hair and a small scar by her left ear.
The team consisted of a warrior, a priest, two mages, and a rogue, the classic layout to any excursion. The place we were going had been plundered many times over, but there was always something to kill. I could not help myself but watch her sometimes, the rogue who was certain to hate my attention. I kept meeting her eyes in surprise, until I looked over to look for her only to find her missing from the troupe. Instead, I felt the cold pressure of a dagger at my throat in the back of the party, as the others walked away.
"Why are you staring at me, magic?" She asked, pressing cold metal against my skin. "I don't like prying eyes."
"Sorry!" I exclaimed, feeling a strange amount of excitement at her holding my life in her hands. My dick gave me away, as it pushed against the small lockbox I tucked away in my underwear to try and lockpick everywhere I went. The small box fell out as her anger subsided. "I'm trying to learn lockpicking, but it's not going well. I was hoping..." I turned, but she was no longer there. I felt the excitement swell in my dick, and realized it was visible under my robes, but there was no time. I rushed to catch up with the group, finding her already there.
Once we were done with our mission, I tried to catch up with her again to ask if she could give me any pointers on lockpicking, but when she saw me, she disappeared down a dark alley. I knew she would be like that, but at least I got her name from my mage friend, Faustyna. With that info, I managed to track her down to a particular tavern in the city of Attanel, where we both lived.
It was just like the tavern I frequented on the other side of town, except here everyone was very openly conducting sexual acts in the open air. I watched an elf girl sitting over and over for a few seconds before I realized she was actually getting fucked by the guy sitting open-legged underneath her. The people around them cheered at them going at it, but I tore myself away from watching them finish to look for Faustyna.
When I found her, she was quite drunk, and the Dwarf next to her was fingering her as they drank and laughed together. His fingers were thick and hairy, and I was a bit frozen on how they looked like going inside and rubbing the surface. They were slightly out of view, but I was sure some people were looking at it. Needless to say, I was poking up from inside my robes at the sight of it.
"Can you teach me lockpicking?" I asked, but she was too out of it to hear me. I got closer to her ear to ask, and recoiled when she gave off a soft moan of pleasure. I felt myself twitch at the sound, but grit my teeth and got close again to ask the same question. Her eyes closed, while her mouth remained open, enjoying the Dwarven fingers working on her, and I felt my time away from sexual encounters boil over, as I held her throat tight against the backrest of the booth. Her eyes darted open, and she gasped while the Dwarf laughed and started rubbing the surface quickly.
"Oh, hey, magic," she said.
"I'm Szymon," I said.
"Right, well, thanks for helping get me off. Threats are a girl's best friend to getting wet. Come on, magic, let's see what you got for me with those long fingers. Later, Agrest." The Dwarf nodded while licking his fingers. I wanted to protest, but followed along hoping to ask her to teach me lockpicking in a quieter setting. I also could not help myself by imagining her in bed, spreading herself open for me, calling me "magic" like a special little insult.
When the door closed, Faustyna sat on the bed and motioned down with her finger. I sat down in a nearby chair, but she shook her head. I stood back up, a bit too eager, while hiking up my robes to reveal myself to her.
"No, no, dummy," she said, "This is about me, not you. Get down here and let me teach you about lockpicking." I let the robes drop, still visibly hard under them, but got to my knees in front of her as her legs spread apart just like I was hoping for. She was already quite wet, having just gotten off thanks to some hairy fingers, so I hesitated. "What's wrong, magic, never eaten pussy before?"
"I have," I replied. "Once. She didn't like it much though." She sighed.
"Do I have to teach you everything?" She asked. "Fine. Open your mouth, stick out your tongue, make it wide like this. She made her tongue wide as my mind imagined shoving myself down her throat while holding onto her purple hair. I felt the trickle of precum at the thought, but watched her describe what she wanted me to do for her.
"Got it," I said, then followed her instructions of circling, then sucking, then penetrating lightly. Slowly, her fingers let go of the opening to hand over control to my inexperienced mouth. I continued repeating the motions until she smashed my face against the surface and twitched under my face this time without a sound. I was so worked up, I got myself off under the robes against the side of the bed, painting the inside with cum. I could feel it drip down to my knees on the inside.
Faustyna was out of it, and I never got to ask her about lockpicking, but I climbed into bed with her and tried to position myself in a way that pinned her down from getting away when she came to. I wanted to sleep, but could not, realizing that was exactly the thing I wanted to have for myself. I was afraid to have it taken away. Eventually sleep took me, but I woke up when she said something.
"Why would you want to learn lockpicking, magic?" She asked, arms over me with her breasts hanging loosely over my chest. She somehow managed to flip me in my sleep, and now suspended herself over me. I felt the nipples brush the surface gently, and craved to put them in my mouth. "It's not a skill a mage should possess. It gets our kind business we deserve."
"Right," I said, trying to get up, but her breasts set down against me with a squish as her hands folded on the side of her head to look at me. I stopped trying to get up. "I wanted to be a rogue, way back when. They told me I'm too tall. I became a mage because I wasn't small enough." Fau raised her eyebrows, then traced a finger down to my crotch to feel up my dick already twitching into action again.
"Quite too big to be a rogue indeed," she said. "Didn't go for a musclebound warrior?"
