Mage Of Many Talents Ch 10

Chapter 10 - Ichbren Dock and the Golden Eye

Fau always hated the gallows where the Rogue's Gallery made their base of operation and training facility. It was really just a run down part of their city, the slums where many got lost while others explored their darker sides. The only reason the Gallery could operate there freely was because of having information that would get many people in trouble. Fau was one of those people, held to rogue life by a bond of protection among cutthroats, which was no protection at all.

There were people after her for something really bad she did in another city, many years ago. She didn't want to think about those days, but could still remember the face of the boy. He was so alone, so fragile, but found hope in her, only for her to dangle a carrot before beating him the stick. Who would have known he would become someone powerful later on? There was some kind of sick fantasy in his mind, or there was at first. He was trying to capture a killer, and received his reward in many dead operatives. Faustyna feared he was no longer trying to capture her, only kill.

The key to operation of the slums were the scouts plastered everywhere. Some worked as prostitutes, sucking cocks for copper pieces, while others were just vagrants wandering around, making some noise to make themselves known, but only as the shit you scrape off from the bottom of your shoes. They were the eyes of the slums, and Fau knew exactly who to corner for information on Ichbren Dock, the elusive king of thieves who was drop dead gorgeous.

"Harriet Fleek, just who I'm looking for," she said, walking up to a young guy sitting in a pile of trash. "You know, you should add something that smells bad to your mix. Nobody's gonna believe your trash setup if it ends up smelling like perfume."

"Just a few months of this crap and I can finally get to the inner circle," Harriet said, a guy with a girl's name. He was a timid young rogue with big dreams, and a fat cock that Fau had in her mouth once or twice before. He wanted to be ruthless, part of the dark inner circle of the Rogue's Gallery, but he was still young. "Stop breaking my cover, Fau."

Fau kicked a few of the fake trash things aside and sat down in the pretend garbage with him. Harriet tried to ignore her, but knew there was a request coming, so he busted out his cock, still limp. Fau wasted no time, taking hold of his girthy chubb to stroke the foreskin back. It wasn't that long, about four inches, but the girth of it was out of this world, plump as a fucking fat sausage that you just wanted to unhinge your jaw for. When Faustyna got him all worked up, she gripped the head of his cock tightly so he could not get away.

"I need to meet with Ichbren Dock," she said.

"Too tight! Too tight!" He yelped out, then relaxed when she loosened up to keep stroking him off. "That's ridiculous. He's not going to meet with some rando rogue from his organization." Fau stopped moving her hand. "No, wait, don't stop!"

"I really need to see Ichbren, Harriet," Faustyna said, circling the tip of her index finger in the wider than normal dick hole. She could even dig her fingertip inside a bit, but it slipped out as the cock kept pumping out precum slowly. It was like a tiny pussy that could only fit a pinky tip, but Fau bet that felt amazing anyway. "Alright, I'm leaving then."

"WAIT!" He burst out. "Get me off and I'll show you!"

"You promise?" She asked, lingering with a line of cum between her finger and the tip of his dick.

"I promise!" Harriet burst out. Fau put the index finger back into his dickhole and really dug it inside to get it wet. She got her other hand involved while putting that cummy finger into Harriet's mouth to suck on, and felt kinda horny, but she really just wanted Szymon's cock in her now. It somehow imprinted on the inside of her pussy, asshole, and mouth. She could still go solo, but she would only be thinking of the times they had been together, the fun they've had.

Harriet blew his load in a few minutes of working his cock with one hand and his balls with another, but the cum didn't come out shooting like a bullet that Szymon's felt like. Something about him was different, or maybe it was just his emotions that boosted his ejaculation. Fau started fingering herself next to Harriet, but when he reached to help her, she knocked his hand away. Instead, she stood up and rubbed herself to squirting on his face. He was smiling after the bit of pussy juice leaked over his face, but Fau wanted Szymon's face there, those hungry lips sucking on her pussy lips with intensity, tugging on her clit.

"Right," Fau said. "Show me the way, Harriet."

"Gotcha," he said, starting to gather his fake trash, only to realize he could just leave it. "Come on."

Fau followed him through a few alleys, but he started speeding up, and eventually gave her the slip. When she found the bastard again, he was facing the wall, drawing something on the brick wall with a piece of charcoal.

"Hey, dipshit!" Fau said, shadowstepping to catch him by the neck. "We had a fucking deal, Harriet!" Fau hated people who agreed and then backstabbed the people they worked with. It was the classic rogue thing to do, but there used to be some kind of code among the Rogue's Gallery once. Fau felt she did not belong there, and hoped the golden buttplug was eventually a way out.

She felt her sight swim, and got dizzy, pulling Harriet down with her to find she was holding a puppet instead. Fau tried to focus as three guys walked down the alley toward her. She fell for their trap, and grit her teeth to get some adrenaline to burn through the numbing agent. If she fainted here, there was little chance she would wake up at all. Harriet stepped up from behind the other guys and pulled his cock out. Fau cut herself to focus, and got ready for a fight, but someone shadowstepped behind her, delivering a chop to the back of her head.

She expected the worst, as was to be expected in the slums, in the gallows, asking about the king of thieves. Faustyna grit her teeth in fear, but a voice said something that reassured her that she would not be messed with.

"Put your cock away," a voice said. "She's master's guest of honor."

When Fau came to, she was strung up on an torture rack, legs and arms spread apart, and held up vertically. Strangely enough, she was still clothed. It was a rather vanilla version of torture if she would remain clothed. Knowing torture methods herself, getting the people naked was the bread and butter. The room was empty and dark. Whoever the master they mentioned was, he could not be bothered it seemed.

Fau did not care to wait, opening the vault in her pussy to produce a spring loaded device from inside, breaking her pants apart at the front. It aimed and threw a dagger at her face, which she caught in her teeth and spat out to cut one of her hands free. The device reeled back into her vault, as she reached inside to pull another dagger free to cut the rest of her binds and equip herself to fight out of there. Just then, Fau heard a few distant claps in the dark of what seemed like a small room, but actually extended quite a ways.

"Wonderful use of the archaic 'vaulting' of gear within yourself," a voice said. "Many rogues simply employ pocket dimensions nowadays, but I do love a classicist. So that IS your natural hair color. Pretty wild. Do you maybe have some troll ancestry?" Faustyna tousled her pubic hair out in the open and slipped her pants entirely off, pulling a new pair of pants out of her open vault pussy before closing it up.

"Ichbren Dock, right?" Fau asked, turning around before bending over to put the new pair of pants on. She was sure to give him a show of something he could have explored if she was strung up naked instead, before closing that path forever. "Nice little display of force, but you really should have strung me up naked." A few torches lit, showing that beefcake of a man that was nowhere slender enough to be rogue, but definitely king-like in that regard. His open shirt displayed a rich rug of chest hair in muscles that almost shivered when looked at. His forearms were hairy, too, with just a blouse missing arms and a vest covering his incredibly toned chest. The leather pants made him look more like a pirate than a king of thieves. Harriet stood beside him, and Fau realized she also flashed the timid rogue.

Fau shadowstepped behind the youth, with a dagger trained at his neck, but felt something between her legs in the same moment. Ichbren shadowstepped behind her in the same instant, training his own dagger between her legs, blade pushing up against her pants over the pussy as if to cop a feel with the metal surface.

"Now, now," he said, pulling the knife up as the pressure against her increased. "Please don't hurt little Harriet here, he's still a virgin. It would be a pity for him to die quite yet. He still had great use with the warlocks." Fau grit her teeth, and let the blade fall from her hand with a clatter on the stone ground. The pressure of the king of thieves' dagger left her crotch, and Fau felt a strange desire for him to hold it against her again, and harder.

The man was pretty, and caked up. She did not expect him to move so swiftly with the bulk. He looked like... a warrior, with skills of a rogue, which was a massive turn on for her. Fau felt a bead of heat at the thought of him holding her down against her will and grit her teeth against the splash of moisture in her pants.

"A big thing is coming to destroy the world," Fau said.

"Our intel sources have already gathered," he said. "You intended for us to join forces with the others to fight it, yes? Let me dispel that notion. The Rogue's Gallery will not be helping."

"Why not?" She asked. "Rogues live in this world just as much as the others. They will definitely need our help!"

"Your mage sex friend is rubbing off on you," Ichbren said. "And not in a fun way, though we have enjoyed your exploits together thus far. Remember that we watch everything, dear Faustyna. You require our protections, and still owe us from your schooling."

"I told you already," Fau said. "I'm working on it, dipshit."

"It would certainly be cleared off faster if you sold yourself entirely," Harriet suggested, splitting his fingers apart while licking his tongue in the crack. Fau grit her teeth and stepped up to deliver a solid kick to his crotch. Harriet doubled over and threw up on the stones of the room. Ichbren walked up to her, and slipped his hand under her face in a very creepy way. Fau did not care if she would be drawn and quartered for it, but knocked his hand away.

"A woman in love is no longer a rogue, I'm afraid," he said. "Poor, fragile Faustyna. I understand you found yourself a hard cock that promises you the world, but this mage of yours becomes your vice. How are you to put up the ruthless facade when you are gushing for him? I have half a mind to remove his weakness from your life." Fau trembled at his words, the man who held her safety in the palm of his hand. She looked down to find his cock out, hard, his hand stroking it while she watched.

"Whatever you think is about to happen, don't," Fau said.

"Do not let the pubic hair deceive you," Ichbren said, pulling back a carpet of black hair to reveal a few more inches of his cock to appear the size of Szymon, if not a bit thicker. Ichbren was cut, and there was no foreskin to peel back as he stroked the length, spat on it, then kept stroking while Fau watched his hand slowly sliding on the length of the meat in front of her. She was getting obvious vibes that he wanted to bury his cock in her mouth, but she was not about to sell herself, to him of all people.

Much to her surprise, Harriet knelt in front of Ichbren, taking the whole length in his mouth. Ichbren held his curly hair tightly while fucking the timid rogue's face with a smirk. Fau felt heated up watching them go at it, and was so close that she felt the thrusts in the air. She couldn't help herself from watching them, and started fingering herself to the spectacle. They were taking a while, much longer than a guy needed if he just wanted to cum, and Fau realized they were holding out for her. When she came, giving a slight moan, Ichbren Dock sped up fucking Harriet with his cock and blew his load right into the virgin's mouth.

"I thought you were going to try forcing me against my will," Fau said, zipping her pants back up. Ichbren pulled out his cummy cock and slid the tip over Harriet's face before putting it away.

"If that was the case, you would have been strung up naked with a blindfold and would have woken up to my cock inside you already," he said. "I worry about you, Fau. You have to take better care of your safety, even if you are getting lost in your boy toy."

"You're acting too overprotective again," she said. 'I told you I'd kill you if you stopped pretending. We don't know each other, Chiki."

"Harriet won't tell, will you?"

Harriet looked up, mouth still full of cum, and shook his head.

"Good," Ichbren said. "How about a hug for old time's sake?"

Fau rolled her eyes, then hugged him, training a dagger sharply at his back. Much to her surprise, she found a dagger trained at her back as well, poking sharply into her lower back. The feeling of surprise arrived with a flood in her pants, but she hid the reaction from him.

"Good job, but you didn't defend," Ichbren said. "If you go in for an attack like that, you need to have a good defense, as well." Fau pushed the dagger against his back, finding metal underneath his leather vest.

"Damnit, Chiki," she burst out. "You got me all hot and bothered again."

"It's my specialty," he said, smiling with that smoke in his eyes that she loved seeing.

"What's with saying you won't help us with the giant monster then?" Faustyna asked, to take the conversation away from her dripping in her pants. She thought back to the boy she knew, before he was a rogue, and before she was even trying to be a warrior. He grew up much different than she had expected.

"Outside of this, I have other priorities, FauFau," he said. Fau shadowstepped to threaten his life again, but he only smiled at the anger.

"No pet names," she said, through her teeth, thinking back to Szymon petting her head. If he called her a pet name... then maybe... Fau shook her head. "Can't you figure out a way to get the Rogue's gallery involved?"

"Involved in what, exactly?" He asked. "Neither the mages nor the priests wanted to band together. You have no chance of getting people together, Faustyna. It's a losing battle to try. I will put my faith in the archmages to repel the creature, and that's that."

"Useless," she said. "You're fucking useless the way you turned out, Chiki."

"What's that thing you always said in school?" Harriet asked, chiming in at the worst possible time. "If you can't get what you want, steal it. If you can't steal it, it's not what you want."

"Shut up, Harriet!" Fau burst out. "What I wanted to be was a warrior, and this asshole forced me into the rogue shit that got me hunted by a creep! None of this matters anyway! If the Rahin thing destroys everything, this fear and anger is pointless, my love for Szymon will be pointless, too, and I'M NOT GOING TO LET THAT HAPPEN!" Ichbren grimaced.

"I can't believe it," he said. "You're smitten. You're absolutely lost in it. Who is that mage to do this to the cutthroat woman that I once knew?"

"He's just... magic," Fau said, feeling stupid for yelling. She wished the scream had more power behind it like warriors in battle, but her voice couldn't do that unless she had the golden buttplug inside her. With the way Ichbren was acting, he didn't even deserve to witness that form, even though he was definitely already aware of it.

"I see," Chiki said. "Sorry that I can't be of any help. I have a whole empire to oversee." Fau looked away and grit her teeth.

"I don't even know you anymore," she said, and left.

***

As soon as she saw her mage, the excitement returned in full flood. His eyes were magnetic, those dark blues barely visible in the dark, like deep water that Faustyna wanted to drown in. She tightened a fist in anger over getting hot for him. She just wanted to spread herself over his face and have him drink her dry, but he was talking to the old men bringing chaos into their life.

"Fau!" Magic said. "You're back." He damn near skipped into step and up against her. Her fist tightened, fighting the urge to hurt him in her agony. She just wanted his mouth on her pussy, but instead received a kiss on her cheek. "You ok?"

That was the final straw, worrying about her. Her meeting with Chiki could have gone a lot worse, or better, if Faustyna gave in to the past feelings and taken her childhood friend's cock in her mouth. She was proud of resisting that outcome, and wanted to be praised for it. Fau grit her teeth, thinking back to Szymon petting her head, and was angry that she liked it.

"Can you guys leave for a bit?" She asked the two old men.

"Oh-oh," Marv said, grimacing. "Perhaps we overstayed our welcome? Erwald, would you like to go shopping with me?"

"Ah, yes, indeed," Erwald said, following Marvin to the front door, as Szymon looked perplexed at Fau's expression. She was holding herself back from melting, as it would be bad for her image. She only wanted to be soft for him, for her magic heart pest that she could no longer remove. When the old men left, Szymon kept looking at her face with varying expressions.

"How bad is it?" He asked. "Is-- Is it my fault? Did something happen with the king? Are you-- pregnant?" Fau burst out laughing at Szymon spiraling, coming up to hold his face in both hands.

"Silly, magic," she said, smiling with tears in her eyes. He was so unaware that he had her locked down. His arcane spell thread was stitched throughout her heart, and all he had to do was pull. Fau hesitated just one more time, feeling weak in the moment, then pulled Szymon down to his knees and started undoing her pants to show him her agony. He went in with a thirst that made her even more angry, but she let herself melt in his hands, tongue lapping up every spilled drop of her pussy juice in anticipation.

"I hate you, magic," she said, finally voicing her frustration. Fau was sure he couldn't hear her, but had to say it. "You make me so weak. I don't want to be this fragile, except for you. I want to be soft for you, and it's aggravating." His mouth sucked with such intensity, and she was worked up that Fau felt a climax wash over her in just a few minutes of devoted sucking. He drank everything that came out, and looked up from her pussy with a craving look that made her long for more.

"Good boy," she said, petting his head just like he once petted her. Something changed in his eyes at that moment. Concern was no longer within them. Instead, Fau saw the dark blue eyes alight in a blaze of desire. When he stood back up, his cock was poking up from the robes. He tore them off with a motion, making Fau open her eyes wide. He didn't look like that same dangly mage she once found.

"Get your daggers out," he said. Fau took a sharp inhale of breath, still turned on. He was rock hard, standing up with intensity as she drew her daggers and shadowstepped behind him to train one under his cock and the other at his neck. "Oh, fuck!" He shot cum out of his dick at just the touch of cold metal. Fau watched the spray and wished she was still there to take it on her instead. She stepped back and got naked quickly, holding both daggers up with her pussy dripping.

"I'm going to fuck you," Szymon said, cock already hard again.

"You can try," she said, smirking. It was a fight and it got her so hot. He ducked down to launch himself in her direction, but she had seen that move before, sliding her pussy along his reaching arms to catch his head in a leg lock that soaked her pussy into the back of his head. Fau felt hands on her back, made of arcane magic, taking hold of her tits and throwing her back onto the bed. She was held down with magic, trying to wriggle out of the arcane hands holding her down to the bed.