Narlissa Quickhands, half-elf and master thief, brushed her hands down her leather tunic. The grass and moss that had clung to it fell away and she grimaced as she stretched her back. She had been watching the manor house for two days now, hiding in the undergrowth and studying the weak points and the places of entry.
That was not her real surname, of course. She didn't know her real surname. Her elven mother had died when she was very young and her human father had deserted her when she was a teenager. 'Quickhands' had been suggested to her by the first fence she ever dealt with and she had liked it so much she decided to keep it.
Narlissa grumbled as she brushed a clump of soil from her chestpiece where it had stuck to the swell of her breasts. She loved her big tits, was proud of them, but they did sometimes get in the way. Standing straight, she looked at the manor house again.
Inside was what she wanted - a golden amulet owned by the baroness that she knew was worth a fortune. Given the baron's wealth was almost entirely ripped from the hands of the poor she did not feel too guilty about helping herself to some.
In fact, she rarely felt guilty about her work at all. She tended to choose targets she felt could afford the loss, and almost always where their wealth was unfairly or selfishly obtained. The effect of that was a sense of pride in what she did that most people would not have expected a simple thief to have.
But then again Narlissa was not a simple thief, which is why she felt she could pull off this theft. She quickly looked at the manor house again before turning and disappearing into the woods.
It was not far to the village where she was staying and Narlissa reached it quickly, making her way to the inn and entering her room. She needed a plan of action. Looking around the room she sighed happily. A lot of her best memories came in tavern rooms, one of those only a few weeks before when she had fucked the handsome Knight Errant, Sir Jeffrey. She wondered how he had got on in his quest to retrieve the axe in the end.
Shaking her head she brought her mind back to the task at hand. She would have time to remember the past when she had stolen and then sold the artifact. Soon she had sketched out the manor house on a piece of paper and memorised its weak points.
Narlissa sighed as she sat back then, biting her lower lip. Thinking about Sir Jeffrey had made her horny and now her cunt ached to be stuffed full with a nice big cock. Ever since being with the knight she had found herself to be even hornier than usual, and her orgasms were stronger than they were before, too. Given that they were hardly weak beforehand that was quite something. And to top it all off it seemed to Narlissa that her lovers were getting off harder than ever. It was as if Sir Jeffrey had a magic cock and that orgasmic power was in her pussy now, too.
Staring at the map once more, she decided she needed to do something about finding a willing man to pump her full of his seed. She folded the sketch up and tucked it away into her pack. She knew it off by heart now but it would do her no harm to make sure she brought it with her.
She changed into more comfortable clothes then left her room, heading downstairs to try and take her mind off things. She was planning to rob the mansion tomorrow and she always got nervous before a big job. Anything could go wrong.
Narlissa entered the main tavern room and took a stool at the bar, ordering an ale from the middle-aged barman. He brought the drink to her and she handed him a silver coin she had taken from a noble earlier that week. The man had been so rich he would not even have noticed the small pouch she filled with a handful of his coins.
She sat back then, looking around the room. She needed to be distracted from her nerves and she knew how she would do that. Her pussy still wanted to feel a man inside her and soon she had set eyes upon an attractive man in his early-twenties lounging on the far side of the tavern. He was with two friends, who looked up at her when she approached.
"Hello," she said simply as she sat down. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."
The man looked back at her with a raised eyebrow before speaking. "Not at all. Please sit down. I am Thom."
"Narlissa," she giggled back. He really was good-looking, with broad shoulders and short sandy blonde hair. Two blue eyes stared back at her.
His two friends introduced themselves then but Narlissa paid no attention to them. Nor did Thom.
"So what brings you to our town, Narlissa?" Thom said, still looking at her with a quirk to his lips. "I do not recognise you."
"I'm just passing through. Nothing special," she said.
"As good a reason as any. I, on the other hand, live here. Stuck working in the fields."
Narlissa looked him up and down then, very deliberately. He could not have failed to notice. "But there are some benefits to that, no? It has given you nice strong arms at least."
Thom's eyes shimmered and Narlissa knew that he had picked up on her flirting. This was going exactly as she wanted it to.
Suddenly, he turned to his two friends. "Why don't the two of you head back to the farm? I'll join you there later."
"But we've only just got here-" one of them started, before Thom cut him off.
"Go!"
The two men grumbled as they stood, draining their drinks and marching from the tavern. Thom smiled at Narlissa after they had left and her cunt throbbed with desire.
