Bard stood at a fork in the road, lost in thought. Two wooden road signs before him read Darkwood Road and Gloomveil Road. Both sounded equally depressing and treacherous to the man. What moody bastard had thought up such welcoming names? Bard glanced back down the path he had just travelled but thought better of it. He was a thief on the run and would meet with certain punishment if caught by the locals of Riverwood, the town he had last visited.
The thief had robbed not one but three wealthy merchants, all within the same night. He would have gotten away with the robberies unnoticed had he not been caught fucking the last merchant's wife. Bard couldn't help but smile to himself. This wasn't the first time he had made such a mistake, but it was well worth it. His lust for coin was only outweighed by his lust for women.
"Those breasts were magnificent," he mused to himself as he remembered visiting the merchant's shop earlier that week.
Earlier That Week
Bard walked down the busy streets of Riverwood, eyes open for opportunity. A thief of notable skill, he made a living by stealing from various wealthy merchants and nobles. A grin spread across his face as he spotted a jeweler's shop up the market road. Jewelry shops were by far his favourite places to rob because they often proved the most profitable and least dangerous, at least compared to other jobs he did. Bard made a habit of scouting out the places he was going to rob beforehand.
With a small spring in his step, the thief made his way to the jewelry shop. Inside he found a fat but well-dressed man tending to a young couple, who were pointing at a golden necklace in the showcase. Probably the owner of the shop, Bard thought to himself. The thief walked with his hands clasped behind his back as he looked around the shop. His gaze scanned the various jewelry, as well as the general layout of the shop and its doors. He always liked to know all potential escape routes if things went amiss.
"See anything you like?" a sweet voice asked him from behind. Bard turned around to face a young and beautiful redheaded woman with long flowing hair. She must have been in her early twenties. He immediately noticed her large breasts, which threatened to burst from the top of her blue dress. She also wore a silver pendant necklace that nestled between her ample bosom.
"Why yes, I see several things I like," Bard beamed as he glanced at the woman's cleavage, noting how her dress tightly hugged her hourglass figure.
The woman must have noticed his look because a sly smile formed on her lips. "There are many desirable items you will find in my shop," she said, eying him in return.
Now Bard was not a muscular giant, but rather a man of average height with a lean and athletic build. There was a rugged handsomeness to him, with his short dark hair, groomed stubble and grey eyes. He wore form fitting dark leather clothing with concealed daggers and a pair of black leather boots that had seen better days. A man in his mid-twenties, matched with good looks and charisma, Bard had known the touch of many women during his travels.
"Ah, you are the owner of this fine shop, miss...?" he inquired.
The woman's expression changed and she shook her head with a small chuckle. "Mrs. Burkland, but call me Clara. No, my husband owns the shop. I simply help around," she nodded her head in the direction of the fat merchant, who was still busy helping the young couple. Her expression was easy to read -- she detested her husband. "What is your name, good sir?" she asked as she offered her hand to him.
Ever the opportunist, Bard smiled at Clara and began to work his magic. He took her hand gently in his and leaned forward to kiss it. "My name is Bard. Your husband is a lucky man to own such a lavish jewelry shop and to have such a beautiful woman to call his wife. If only all men were so fortunate in life." He released her hand.
The busty redhead blushed at his words and clasped her hands in front, her arms pushing her large breasts together in the process. Bard wondered how it would feel to have his cock sliding between her giant tits. Suffocating, he decided.
"You flatter me, good sir!" Clara glanced at a nearby showcase and smiled. "Ah, but you must be here to find a precious gem for your wife, yes?" She motioned with her hand towards an assortment of earrings and necklaces in the display.
"Alas, no. I have no wife. A young sister in need of a pair of earrings for her birthday though, yes." Bard had no siblings, but it was a lie he often told. The thief pretended to take interest in a set of silver earrings in the shape of intertwined leafs. They looked of elven craftsmanship or at least an imitation of it.
The woman's bright blue eyes sparkled with interest. "Oh, what a loving older brother you are! Well, we must certainly find her something suitable, but it seems as though you already have an eye for lovely things," she noted as she took out the silver earrings for Bard to see.
He carefully took the earrings from her and inspected them closely. "Yes, these will be perfect. But I'm afraid I will have to return tomorrow to purchase them. I have but a small amount of gold left with me today. A walk down the market does leave a person with a lighter wallet, does it not?" he grinned as returned the earrings to the voluptuous merchant. "Would you be so kind as to set them aside for me?"
"Of course! They will be here for you tomorrow," the woman said, still blushing from before.
"Until then," Bard smiled and winked at the busty redhead before making his way to the door. The young couple also happened to be leaving. The thief held the door open for them, ever so courteous. Once the door was closed and behind him, Bard could hear the woman's husband begin to shout. Something about "being useless" and "not making a sale." The thief sighed. Some men were such assholes.
Later That Night
It was late at night and the only light came from oil street lamps burning. There were guards on patrol, as there were in most towns of such size, but Bard knew how to move between the shadows and remain unseen. He had already visited two other shops that night and had a bag full of gold coins as a result. The jewelry shop would be the icing on the cake though.
Upon reaching the merchant's shop, the thief examined the scene. The jewelry shop was dark, the curtains raised behind the windows. Not seeing any trouble, he moved towards the door and took out his tools. He had picked hundreds of locks in his time and could manage to do it even in the darkness. After a minute, he heard a satisfying click in the lock. Turning the door handle, the thief silently made his way inside.
There were two candles burning in the room, one on top of a showcase and the other on a desk. An opened bottle of wine and a half-empty glass were atop the desk. Bard narrowed his eyes at the sight and listened for a moment. His eyes scanned the room and he found nothing out of the ordinary other than the alcohol. He shrugged and began to move around the shop, silently snatching various jewelry and stuffing them in his bag. A sudden sound from behind the counter made the thief go stiff.
A sleepy looking Clara rose unsteadily from behind the counter. She was wearing a white nightgown that was slightly undone down the front, revealing her enticing bosom once again. He noted that she was still wearing the silver pendant from earlier in the day. Quickly putting the situation together, Bard deduced that the woman had been drinking alone and had fallen asleep on the floor.
The busty redhead squinted in the darkness, before recognizing him. "Bard? Is that you? What are you doing here?" She braced herself against the counter and leaned forward, revealing a little more cleavage in the process.
"Ah well, I could not wait until the next day so I decided to come tonight." The thief smiled weakly. What the hell was he going to do now?
"Oh good, I was hoping you'd come. I had a dream about you. Maybe I'm still dreaming now," she said huskily as she made her way around the counter.
Bard couldn't believe his good fortune. The voluptuous redhead was still a little drunk. Eying the bottle on the desk, the thief asked, "Now why would such a beautiful woman be drinking alone in her husband's jewelry shop?"
A seductive laugh escaped her mouth. "Why, to await my burglar of course?" This took the thief aback.
Clara began to slowly move forward, her hips swaying alluringly. "You didn't think I'd notice you eying more than just our jewelry?" she said as her fingers traced the pendant down her open neckline. "There have been rumours spreading down the countryside of a handsome yet lecherous thief." Bard was alarmed by this news but he tried not to show it.
She looked at him with a dreamy expression on her face. "I did not expect to find him in my husband's shop though." The woman was not as drunk as he had previously thought.
"Ah well, you've caught me red-handed then. What will you do?" the thief asked, as he put a hand on his belt, ready to grab a concealed dagger if needed. Bard had killed people before but he never relished conflict. It was a dirty business to leave bodies behind at a robbery and he hated the idea of leaving this gorgeous woman dead in her own shop.
The busty redhead saw his hand movement yet still moved towards him. "A good and faithful wife would call her husband for help... but I am tired of being those things. I would see if the rumours are true." A wicked grin spread across her lips as she reached out and felt the bulge in Bard's pants.
