Chapter 11: Leashed Thief

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this. Illina – The Free City of Raratha

If Fox wanted me to be a whore, I would be the best-damned whore he had. It was far, far better than some of the alternatives. I’d keep him happy until I could get out of this city and away from Kurg Widowmaker.

I fell to my knees before the halfling thief. His cock thrust out before him. For his size, it looked massive, putting him on par with Barg. Kneeling only put me on eye-level with the halfling, my small breasts quivering. I bent over more, ducking my head down. Fiery curls spilled about my face as I pressed my lips against the bronze tip of his cock.

I engulfed it. Sucked.

“Pater’s cock,” he groaned at the warmth of my mouth engulfing his cock. Pleasure spilled over his face. His right hand grabbed my hair. “Illina ... Gods damn, you got a bit of slut in you.”

“Not surprising,” purred Owl. The halfling female grabbed my butt-cheeks with her small hands. They felt too tiny, a strange sensation to experience. “You know how she steals from those rich women. Illina likes to be naughty.”

She nuzzled into my pussy and licked at my hot flesh. And I was hot. Sucking cock was a delight. My lips hollowed around Fox’s dick. My body’s reproductive system lubed my pussy. The rhythm of my heart increased as I nursed. I wiggled my hips back and forth, smearing my cuntlips against Owl’s hungry mouth.

Her tongue darted through my folds. She fluttered up and down while my tongue danced around Fox’s dick. I stared up his muscular body. He grinned at me, the scar twisting across his cheek. He held my hair and plunged his dick forward.

He buried it into the back of my throat.

“Cernere’s black cunt, you got a mouth on you,” he panted. “Krab built your ancestor right and Las put that right amount of whore into her!”

My cheeks hollowed as I nursed on him. My tongue danced, caressing around his cock. I loved the feel of him in my mouth. That big, throbbing girth. The way his cock twitched in my mouth. He felt incredible. Tasted incredible. Precum spilled salty over my mouth.

My nervous system drank in the sensations of Owl’s tongue running up and down my pussy lips. The halfling female devoured my snatch. She rubbed her face into my hairless twat, smearing her mouth and nose and cheeks against my labia and clit.

I reveled in it. Pleasure rippled through my body, mixing with the kinky thrill of blowing the halfling crime boss. He groaned as he fucked his cock in and out of my mouth. He grinned down at me, delight shining in his eyes.

“Illina!” he groaned. “Gods damn, it is nice feeling that mouth around me.”

“Mmm, you’re going to love her pussy, too!” Owl moaned. “Hot and juicy.” Her tongue buried into my depths, fluttering up and down.

“Get that snatch ready for me!” groaned Fox, his cock ramming forward.

He struck the back of my throat on every plunge, grunting. Groaning. His hands tightened in my hair. He drew back, pulling his cock until only the crown remained in my mouth. My tongue caressed around it while I braced myself.

He grinned.

Thrust.

His cock rammed hard to the back of my throat and kept going. My relaxed throat took his shaft. I swallowed him without coughing or gagging. He slammed his dick down my gullet. His balls smacked into my chin with a meaty thwack.

I moaned around his cock, giving him the best-damned pleasure I could. My own bliss rippled through my nervous system. Owl’s naughty tongue, smaller than any I’d ever had licking my pussy, felt amazing. She could stroke it with such skill, getting into all the little folds.

She found my clit and sucked on it.

I whimpered around Fox’s dick thrusting down my throat.

“Cernere’s black cunt, that’s good!” Fox groaned as he drew back his cock.

I moaned the entire time, letting my vocal cords buzz around his dick. Stimulating him. Teasing him. It was easy with Owl’s tongue dancing around my clit. Her little lips sealed on the bud, sucking. My pussy clenched. My pleasure building and building.

If they wanted me to be a whore, I’d enjoy myself.

I sucked with hunger on his cock, drool running down my chin, as he rammed back down my throat. Balls cracked into my chin. My nose buried in his pubic hair. I groaned around him, the pleasure screaming through my body.

He used me. Fucked my throat like a pussy. Fast and hard.

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

His nutsack spanked into my chin over and over, the fleshy sound echoing through the underground lair. My pussy clenched, Owl’s lips nursing on my bud and driving me towards my orgasm. My body quivered, red hair swaying about my head.

“Gods damn, you want my cum!” Fox groaned. “Clockwork slut! Krab, you amazing god, what an amazing creation!”

He buried to the hilt in me.

CRACK!

His cum fired down my throat. Hot jizz flooded straight down into my belly. Blast after blast of his spunk erupted from his cock and pumped into my stomach. His cock pulsed in my throat.

He used me and didn’t even give me a taste of his jizz.

I came.

My pussy convulsed. Juices gushed out, bathing Owl’s face. I trembled, my little titties shaking as my body quivered. Waves of rapture washed out of my cunt. Owl’s tongue danced over my pussy lips. She moaned out in delight as she feasted on me.

“Swallow all that cum!” he groaned. “Krab’s big tool and Pater’s cock, yes!”

He trembled over me, firing a final blast of cum as my pussy writhed and spasmed. My juices flooded Owl’s mouth. She swallowed them all, her fingers digging into my rump. She held me tight as I trembled through my rapture. My pleasure peaked, my nervous system buzzing in delight.

Fox ripped his cock out of my mouth. I panted, drool dribbling down my chin. My digestive system brimmed with his cum. I panted, my heart’s rhythm fast, pumping my blood through my circulatory system.

“Illina, damn, you are a treat,” he said, sinking back down on his pillows. They were a pile of purples and blues and grays, all tasseled in gold or silver. His own reclining throne of pleasure. His cock thrust up hard before him.

He hadn’t gone soft. Halfling males had insatiable libidos. When six out of seven members of their race were born female, their men had a lot of horny cunts to satiate. They were the opposite of male dwarves, who had the opposite problem. Their women were so horny, needing six males each to keep them satiated.

“Well?” he asked, waving his cock. “That was just a taste. I need the full payment.”

My pussy tingled from the orgasm Owl gave me. The halfling female’s tongue still fluttered over my pussy lips. I smiled at Fox and crawled to him, pulling my cunt from Owl’s face. I mounted the pillows. Him. I straddled him and grabbed his cock.

“How long have you been wanting a taste of my cunt?” I asked, wiggling my hips. I pressed the tip of his dick into my hairless folds. If he wanted me to be a whore, I would make it memorable. “Huh?”

“I want a taste of every female thief’s cunt in Raratha.” He grinned at me. “I’ve enjoyed most. At least the ones worth fucking.”

“Mmm, he has,” Owl moaned, throwing herself down beside us.

Giggles giggled. The knife-wielding assassin slid in on the other side. She held a stiletto in her hand, sliding the tip of the knife around her areola. The lust in her eyes sent a shiver through me. I’d hate to be on her bad side.

Well, Fox’s bad side. She just killed whomever he let her.

Not that I had any reason to fear her for now. So long as I was useful to Fox. He’d keep me alive. In fact, he wouldn’t ever let me leave. He’d string me along, make excuses on why he couldn’t help me leave. So I had to make sure I got the most out of him and make my own plans to escape out of the city.

I’d have to steal myself from his grasp.

I slammed my cunt down his cock. I buried to the hilt in him. My pussy engulfed his shaft. That wonderful bliss rippled through me. He had a nice dick. Thick and long. I slid further and further down him until his pubic hair tickled my hairless pussy.

I shuddered and glanced at my lover.

Barg leaned against the wall, watching. He wasn’t the only one. Other members of Fox’s inner harem were watching as they lounged around the lair, rubbing their halfling cunts. I shuddered and wiggled my hips, savoring the pleasure of his dick filling me.

I leaned over him as I worked my cunt up and down his cock. I swiveled my hips, my snatch stirring around his shaft. He groaned, scarred face twisting with pleasure. I smiled down at him as I loved his dick with my pussy.

“Mmm, you like that?” I asked, my hands planted into the pillows over his head. My breasts were almost on his face. “My clockwork cunt around your cock?”

“Gods, yes!” he moaned. “Cernere’s black cunt, you got a hole on you, don’t you. That tight pussy must have all the noble women of Raratha begging to be robbed.”

“They lined up for the thrill of my tongue running over their body. Teasing them. Pleasing them.” I squeezed my cunt around his cock as I rose up him.

He groaned.

“Stripping off their jewelry as I feasted on their cunts. Sucking on their nipples.” I flicked my tongue across my lips. “The things I can do with my mouth.”

“I noticed,” he panted. His hands stroked my sides, so small yet strong. They gripped me as I slammed down his cock stretching out my cunt. My clit ached on every downstroke, teased by his pubic hair.

Giggles squirmed and giggled. She slid the tip of her knife down her body towards her pussy. She kept herself shaved. She pressed the edge of her knife against her cuntlips, almost threatening to harm herself, her eyes smoldering.

“Ride him,” whimpered Owl on my other side. She rubbed at her twat as she watched me ride her halfling lover. “Make him cum in your snatch.”

“Yes, yes, you want to spill in my cunt,” I moaned, my pussy clenching around him, increasing the friction. My nervous system conducted the bliss through my body.

“Gods, you know I do,” he groaned. “Just flood your clockwork cunt. Damn, this feels just like a real pussy.”

“It is real pussy,” I moaned. “God-forged to be perfection and brought to life by Las’s cum.”

He shuddered and then his head snapped up. He engulfed a pink nipple, sucking on it. I gasped, my cunt clenching down hard on him. Pleasure rippled up my body. My snatch held him tight. The pleasure rushed through me, setting my nervous system alight with delight.

His hungry lips nursed on my nub. I leaned over more, pressing my firm titties into his lip. I worked my cunt up and down his cock, my pleasure building and building. He filled me wonderfully. My clit and pussy lips drank in the feel of his pubic hair. The ticklish bush rubbed on the sensitive lips of my cunt.

I would cum so hard on him.

Explode.

It would be incredible.

I whimpered and moaned. My hips swiveled from side to side, stirring him up in my cunt and reveling in the feel of him in me. That wonderful cock stretched me out. I squeezed around him on every upstroke, gripping him. Sucking at his cock.

He groaned around my nipple. He nursed with hunger.

My fingers clenched into the pillow. I slammed my cunt back down his cock, my orgasm hurtling closer and closer. My heart’s rhythm pumped blood fast through me. Hot. I whimpered, my red hair dancing around my cheeks.

“Cernere’s black cunt!” I moaned and slammed my pussy down that big, throbbing cock. I took him to the hilt. “Yes!”

I exploded.

My orgasm rippled around my pussy. The pleasure electrified my nervous system. My head tossed back, red hair dancing. My cunt writhed around his cock as I rode him, thighs flexing. My juices bathed his shaft.

He ripped his mouth off my cock. “Gods damn, Illina, that perfect cunt!”

“Cum in me!” I moaned, slamming my pussy down his cock. “Give me the seed to build a daughter! Fuel my reproductive system with your halfling cum!”

“Pater’s cock and Slata’s hairy cunt!” he moaned as I slammed my spasming pussy down his cock.

He erupted.

Hot jizz splashed against my cervix. My womb didn’t take it. I chose which jizz I saved, but he didn’t have to know that. He spilled through my pussy as my cunt rippled and writhed around him. I trembled atop him, my snatch working hard and fast. I drew out blast after blast of his cum. I worked out every last drop. I groaned, stars dancing before my vision.

He groaned with each spurt. He panted and shuddered on the pillows. I milked him dry. My naughty cunt rippled around him while the ecstasy spilled into my mind. He grinned up at me, thinking he used me.

I used him. I savored my orgasm. I enjoyed paying this cheaper price for room and board. My fingers dug into the pillows. I shuddered and moaned, my head turning, glancing at Brag. He watched with dark eyes.

I didn’t mind that he watched. He wasn’t the jealous type. What we had between us could not be touched by a halfling and his cock.

“Mmm, I guess I get to eat today,” I purred, a smell on my lips.

Fox laughed. Giggles, well, did her thing while Owl chortled. “Yes, you get to eat.” His hand slid down and grabbed my ass. “But Barg...”

“Mmm, want a taste of my perfect bowels now?” I asked, not hesitating. “How do you want to enjoy me next?”

Barg

After Illina paid for our daily bread, we left the lair for the first time in clothes to hide us. Illina wore a heavier toga than normal, trying to hide as much of her unusual skin as possible. Her hair was still wet, smelling faintly of licorice from the black dye staining it, transforming her appearance.

I wore Halanian pantaloons and a vest in an attempt to hide my origin. Though I was far blacker than those desertmen across the Nimborgoth. They had a rich-brown to their skin, not the pure black of my hide.

“This is insane,” Illina said as we watched the palace of Lord and Lady Korvan. It lay on the cliffs overlooking the city, near the Saltspray palace. Behind us, were the city walls and then the endless olive orchards grew. The wealth of Raratha ringed the city. We stood in the shadows of one tree, watching the comings and goings.

“True,” I said, tensing as none other than our hunter, Kurg Widowmaker, stomped out of the front gate.

The dwarf had a foul temper. The traffic on the road—a mix of servants of the rich running errands for the merchant lords who lived on this road, and laborers carrying the latest harvest of olives to the various manufacturers to be pressed and distilled into lamp oil—melted out of the armored menace’s path. A woman screamed and threw herself into the grass off the road to get out of his way.

Kurg spat on her and stalked by, not noticing us in our shadowed spot.

I wished the city walls weren’t enchanted. The nobility of Raratha didn’t like the idea of smugglers. If you tried climbing over them, you’d run afoul of magery. I didn’t want to be wrapped up in the air until a mage showed up to unravel the binding while the city guard waited to ask me questions.

Worse, I didn’t want Illina to be caught and hung.

By ship or through one of the gates was our only way out, and if there were sniffers patrolling them, there would be no getting out those ways. Not with enough guardsmen to make the chance too dicey to risk Illina. We needed money for bribes. Expensive ones.

Would Fox actually give us the money after we robbed Lord Korvan’s strongroom? Or would he find some excuse to get us to do something else? I imagined he expected us to come begging to him in a few days for lesser jobs.

Reasonable jobs.

He then could spend months letting us build up the amount to pay his bribes, and he would keep saying we were incurring more and more costs. More and more reasons to keep a leash on us. Illina would hate it. She didn’t like serving. She liked holding the leash. And while the weeks and months wore on, the search for us would dwindle. Lord Korvan would stop financing his wife’s crusade for us. Kurg wouldn’t have a reason to hunt us.

Then Fox would just suggest we stay. Keep working for him. By then, we’d be owned by him. His slaves.

“We’re never going to get in there and carry out the money,” Illina said in disgust. “Not with just the two of us. We’d need an entire crew of dwarves to carry out that much gold.”

“We can’t even get in there without getting spotted,” I said. “You know those walls are enchanted. The only way in or out is through the gate or under.”

“Even tunneling’s not good enough,” Illina said. “We’d never empty half of the coffers before someone discovered we’d sapped our way in and...”

I glanced at her. “What?”

“Mother’s 11th rule,” she said, grinning at me, her dyed-black hair swaying about her pale face.

“I guess we do need to sap,” I said, her idea sparking in me. “I’ll start digging the hole tonight.”

Illina leaned against me, resting her head on my shoulder. “Thank you. You’re a good friend.”

“Your mother asked me to watch over you,” I answered, enjoying the feel of her.

“You loved her.”

“I did.” I glanced at her. “And you.”

She smiled at me and rose to kiss me, her lips warm and hot. They broke away far, far too fast. We couldn’t be distracted. We had a con to pull off. A vault of money to steal. An impossible task. “You know, being hunted is going to work to our advantage, Illina.”

“Oh?” she asked, curiosity in her eyes.

Stefan Halian – The Kelit Mountains, The Kingdom of Secare

“Going to kill him, yes, yes. Going to rip out his tendons one by one. Pluck! Pluck! Pluck!”

The shade of Verdik the Goblin Chieftain was ... disturbing.

He drifted ahead of us as we rode through the pass over the Kelit Mountains, leaving behind Secare for Valya. The spirit, an umbral darkening in the vague shape of a goblin, was hardly noticeable in daylight. Except he wouldn’t stop muttering.

“Ruin my life! My clan! Kill! Kill and...!” The shade let out a blood-curdling screech and darted to the side of the road in a small clearing that held a fire pit.

Magistrate whinnied, my horse rearing. I gripped the reins. Ahlona tightened her arms around my waist, holding tight to keep from being thrown. I patted my horse’s neck as he whinnied and snorted in fright.

“Here! Here! Here!” the shade snarled. It seemed to be rolling on the ground beside the fire pit. “Rutted! Rutted! RUTTED!”

“What is he babbling about?” Ahlona asked, distaste thick in her voice. “I don’t know.”

“I’m dead and he FUCKED!” The ghost’s malevolent white eyes glowed bright as they fixed on me. “Clan dead! Despoiled, and he FUCKED her! CAME in her! Fornication! Rutting! He pounded her cunt! Juices! Life! They shared life.”

“The man who hired you?”

“Who killed me!” hissed Verdik. “Sent my clan to their deaths! Yes, yes, yes! Fucked a woman! Young! Pregnant! I can smell the life in her!” The shade made a retching sound. “So full of fertile energy.”

“Pregnant?” I swallowed. “The leywife you were sent to capture?”

“I don’t buggering know!” The shade humped at the ground know. “He REVELED in her cunt. Her juices spilled out of her cunt. She CLIMAXED! WHORE! SLUT! All dead and he spilled SEED in her womb!”

“So the bastard has a leywife,” I growled. “Why?”

“I don’t know,” Ahlona said. “It must be how he plans on hurting our father.”

“You KILL him?” hissed Verdik, still humping at the ground, his shadowy form pelvic-thrusting forward.

“I’ll kill him,” I said, meaning the words. “Kill him and rescue this woman carrying my half-sibling.”

“No more PLEASURE for you! NO! NO! NO!” cackled the shade.

Leywife Monica – The Kingdom of Valya

I brimmed with joy as I rode with my knight. We were traveling further and further south after deboarding our ship on the southern shore of the Ompo Sea. We left behind the capital of Valya, Astol, and took the southern road south to Raratha.

It would take us a week to reach the Free City, a member of the League of Seven. The city maintained its independence from Valya through sheer economic might, hiring mercenary companies with the wealth of their olive groves whenever the kingdom thought to annex them. It had worked so far for them. Valya seemed to have given up the attempts a century or more ago.

I hummed as we rode through the peculiar mandrake farms of Valya. The plant-like monsters were raised here, planted in fields where the men fertilized them with their seed. We kept passing women jerking off their men, firing pearly spunk onto the leafy fronds growing out of the ground. If it was planting season, the women would be squatting down and squeezing out the mandrake seeds they had incubated in their wombs.