Chapter 4: The Thief’s Monstrous Guardian

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this. Illina – Raratha

I arrived at my home.

I’d taken a convoluted route to get here after my naughty robbery of Lady Alloria and all her delicious gems. Especially that sapphire necklace of hers. I had my palanquin drop me off at a mansion that wasn’t mine at all. The men were so sweet to leave the moment I was through the gate, not caring at all about my safety.

When you acted like a spoil merchant’s wife, hired help really don’t care about one fig about you. Once I was through the gates, and recovering my stashed daggers and alchemical items, it was a simple matter of slipping back out of the wall and making my way to my home. It was located in the basement of a furniture shop. The man above didn’t poke to much into his tenant’s business. So long as he had his rent, he didn’t care what I did.

Apathy was something I encouraged.

I padded down the outside stairs that led to the heavy, iron door of my current lair. Barg waited at the bottom of the stairs, almost invisible in the dark shadows. I smiled at my partner and guardian, the hound who shadowed me. He was loyal to me. The only person I could count on in my life.

I could feel him before I saw him. His midnight-black skin blended him in with the darkness.

“You have to see what I stole from Lady Alloria,” I said. “She had no idea that I was stealing all her naughty jewels. She was just having so much fun with Vainya.” She giggled. “She’s eager for more. In a few months, we’ll see what new baubles she has.”

“Then she’ll know for certain that Vainya is a thief,” Barg said as he materialized out of the darkness, his voice possessing a certain refined diction. I reached the bottom of the stairs and smiled at him. He wore a pair of black, leather pants and nothing else, his body lean and hairless.

He clearly wasn’t human. I didn’t hold that against him. It wasn’t like I was.

“Vainya can’t keep robbing the rich women of Raratha forever,” I said without much care. I opened the door. It was unlocked, Barg’s work. He would have snooped through the lair and made sure no one had entered it while we were gone.

I pulled out the amethyst necklace as I turned around. It swayed from my fingers, glinting in the light. He growled at the sight of it, smiling as he swept through the door. I grinned as I backed through the one room. The cheap mattress lay behind me, stuffed with hay and lying on the hard-packed, earthen floor. It was cold beneath my slippered feet.

“Yeah, you love it,” I said. “Mmm, it’s a beautiful thing. How much will this fetch? Who cares if we burn Vainya, we can live well off this for a while. And then we can find more fun ways to make money.”

His teeth flashed as he stopped before me. He took it and stared at it. “It’ll be hard to fence. It’ll be remembered.”

“Then maybe I’ll keep it for myself,” I said. I swept up my red hair off my shoulders, baring my throat. “What do you think?”

“That emeralds and gold would look better on you than platinum and amethysts,” he said.

“Then why don’t you steal me something like that?” I asked, a naughty smile playing on my lips. His dark fingers slid over my pale skin. The necklace pressed on my chest, dipping down towards my cleavage shown off by my pink toga. He clasped it behind my neck. Then his fingers caressed across my skin to my throat. He lifted my chin, staring into my gaze. His dark eyes wanted to swallow me. He growled with hunger. I shuddered at the passion in his voice.

He kissed me. I moaned into his lips, loving the passion of him. I wonder if my mother knew this would happen when she’d asked him to watch out for me. Had she known I’d get wet and horny for the sexy barguest who raised me?

His tongue darted through my mouth as his hands moved across my toga. He caressed me, his hands stripping off the cloth wound around my body. I could feel the hidden pockets with the various nipple piercings, clit ring, bracelets, and earrings I stole off Lady Alloria in my guise of pleasing her body. She’d been so caught up in our lesbian passion, she hadn’t realized that I was robbing her blind.

At least I left her passed out in bliss.

The toga fell to the floor. My naked body quivered. Barg’s hands caressed up and down my body. He stroked me, his fingers rough and strong but with a nimble strength. He pressed me back to the bed as his tongue danced through my mouth.

We sank down on the mattress. I shuddered as his tongue danced with mine. I stretched out on my back, trembling in delight as he kissed me. His body was on me. I quivered, loving the feel of him. My hands caressed his body, feeling his strength through his skin. His muscles wiry and hard, my pussy growing wetter and wetter.

He broke the kiss to lick at my chin and nibble down to my neck. He moved lower, his hands cupping my small breasts. He kneaded them and massaged them. His fingers slid up to my hard nipples. He twisted them, teased them. I gasped as he did, the pleasure surging through my body.

“Cernere’s black cunt,” I whimpered. “Mmm, you should have seen how she moaned and gasped as I devoured her.”

“I can smell her cunt all over you,” he said. He licked at the hollow my throat. “And taste her. She drenched you.”

“Yes, she did,” I purred in delight. “Does she taste good on my skin.”

“Yes,” he growled. “A jolly delight.” He nibbled on my neck, his fingers twisting my nipples. I gasped. My cunt clenched. This heat rippled through my body. I trembled beneath him, my pussy getting hotter and hotter.

“She had this naughty dildo. Mmm, she enjoyed fucking me. She pounded me hard, Barg. I gasped and moaned and came with her!” I shuddered, my pussy clenching. “Gods, I came hard. I bet you could hear me.”

“Barely,” he growled, his voice bestial, almost like a hound.

He kissed lower and lower. He licked my skin. He nibbled on my flesh. He kissed up to my breast and latched on to my nipple. He sucked hard on my nub. I gasped as the pleasure shot down to my cunt. My body quivered as the bliss rippled through me.

I whimpered and moaned and squirmed on the bed. My pussy drank in the feel of him. His fingers slid down my side from my breasts. He stroked me. His touch sent tingles racing across my skin, my pussy getting hotter and hotter.

My hands slid over his head as he sucked on my nipple. I licked my lips and whimpered, “I don’t need you to go down on me.”

He sucked hard on my nipple, making me shudder.

“I’ve had enough of that tonight.” My hand slid across his smooth head. I stared into his hungry eyes as my pale fingers caressed his black flesh. “I want to do something I can only do with a man.”

He popped his mouth off my nipple. “I’m not a man.”

“Mmm, but you’re male,” I said. I bit my lower lip. “Come on, let me see it. Her dildo was fun, but I need the real thing. I need you, Barg. Let me love that cock of yours.”

He chuckled and then flicked his tongue across my nipple. He teased me. It made me shudder. This wild heat that surged throughout my body. My cunt clenched. I gasped as the bliss tingled across my skin. I squirmed on the bed as he danced his tongue around my nipple.

“I want to suck your cock,” I purred. “I want to slide my hot and wet mouth across your dick.”

He engulfed my nipple and sucked most of my areola into his mouth.

“Mmm, I’ll suck harder than that,” I purred, staring down at him. A naughty smile played on my lips.

He increased his suction. I gasped at the rapture surging from my nipple straight to my cunt. My pussy clenched. I humped against him, rubbing my hot, hairless cunt against his stomach. My clit throbbed and ached. The pleasure surged through my body. My toes flexed and wiggled. I held him tight. His abs rippled up and down my juicy vulva.

Delight danced through me. His mouth sucked hard on me. Barg nibbled on my nub. He sucked hard. His tongue caressed over my areola, teasing me. My eyes sparkled as I stared down at him, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. A hunger grew in the depths of my cunt.

“Oh, gods, I want to suck your hard dick Barg,” I moaned. “I want to bob my head and work my mouth up and down it. I’ll cradle your balls with my hands. You know how much you love that. I’m going to suck and suck until you fire all that cum into my mouth.” I shuddered and let out a wanton moan. “You know how much I love swallowing your cum. I’ll gulp down every last drop of it.”

He popped his mouth off my nipple.

“Mmm, you want that,” I groaned, my fingers stroking over his hairless head. “And you know what I’ll do after you explode in my mouth.” I smeared my hot cunt against his stomach, my labia and clit rippling pleasure through my body. “You’ll love it.”

He sucked on my other nipple. I gasped. My back arched.

“Gods, please, please, let me blow you,” I moaned. I licked my lips. “Let me drink your cum, Barg. Please, please! Cernere’s black cunt, I want it.”

He sucked a final time than he rose from me. He knelt between my thighs. He stared down at me, hunger in his dark eyes. “I just enjoy hearing you beg.”

“You’re such a tease,” I groaned, my cunt on fire. “I don’t know why I put up with you.”

“Because you love it when my dick ties you,” he said. “Do you want me to shift forms.”

I shuddered. “I don’t think I have the energy tonight for that.”

I sat up and folded my legs. I grabbed his waistband and unfastened his pants. I undid all the lacings. His fly opened, revealing his hairless flesh and the tip of his cock. I drew out that midnight shaft, loving the contrast against my pale-beige fingers. I gripped him, ivory on night. I stroked up and down him with one hand while my other shoved down his pants.

I shuddered at the fun I was having with his cock, his dick throbbing in my hand. He was warm, alive. Not like that nonliving dildo. This was a real shaft to play with. Precum bubbled at the tip. My hand cupped his hairless balls, massaging the heavy nuts.

They brimmed with the cum I wanted. Hungered for. Pussy was fine, but there was nothing like sucking the jizz out of my hunky barguest. I loved every second of him. He made life exciting. A powerful adventure.

I leaned my head down and nuzzled my lips against the tip. He groaned as I kissed his slit, getting his precum on my mouth. I flicked my tongue out, gathering more of the salty delight. He groaned. His cock throbbed in my mouth and his balls twitched in my hand.

“Illina,” he breathed. His strong hand slid through my red hair. He gripped me. “Show me how much you love my cock. You begged for this. You wanted this. Now enjoy it.”

“Gladly.”

I slid my lips over his cock. I swirled my tongue around his spongy crown. My cheeks hollowed. I bobbed my head and worked my lips up and down his shaft. My digits massaged his nuts. I loved the feel of him in my hand.

He growled, a deep rumble rising from his throat. He stroked his fingers through my hair as I loved him. I stared up at him. I swirled my tongue around my spongy crown. My cheeks hollowed with my suction. His precum flowed into my mouth, staining my dancing tongue.

“Gods, Illina,” he growled. “Pater’s cock, you have a hungry mouth. Jolly good.”

I needed cum. I wanted to guzzle down his jizz. I had stolen a fortune from Lady Alloria. Her necklace swayed across my chest as I bobbed my head. I sucked hard. My tongue danced around him, teasing him.

“Yes, yes, you’re going to get that cum you crave,” he growled. “My sweet, little thief.”

The rhythm of my heartbeat increased. It drummed in my chest as I worshiped him. My nerves drank in the feel of his dick sliding against my lips. I bobbed my head faster, delighting in the sensations running through my sensory systems.

My pussy grew hotter and hotter. Juices dribbled down my thighs as I loved him. My tongue caressed his shaft and swirled around the crown. His balls twitched in my hand. I kneaded his nuts, gently, enough to tease him.

“Yes, yes, yes!” he growled. His hand tightened in my hair. “You want my cum?”

He knew I did.

“Yeah, you do,” he growled. “Just a wanton strumpet!”

The base of his cock began swelling, something no man’s cock would do. No human or halfling did that. No strap-on dildo had ever given me that delight. My pussy clenched, aching to be fucked by him. He was so close to erupting.

“Gods, Illina,” he snarled. His face twisted with bestial passion. His precum soaked my tongue. I sucked with all my might. “Cernere’s nimble fingers and black cunt!”

Hot cum erupted into my mouth. His balls tensed in my massaging hand. I gulped down that salty treat. I closed my eyes, savoring this masculine delight. My body responded. The rhythm of my heart sped up. My pussy grew hotter as the jizz warmed my belly. The increased temperature radiated out through my flesh.

He growled every time his dick erupted into my hungry mouth. He fired that wonderful cum into me again and again. I guzzled him down. I reveled in the salty flavor of my barguest’s cum. My hand massaged the swollen base of his cock.

“You wicked, little thief,” he growled. “Just stealing all my cum.”

I gulped down the last of his seed. I pulled my mouth off and purred, “Mmm, I stole a good bit of it, but I bet you’ll have more for me soon.”

He licked his chops as I massaged the base of his cock. There was a trick to getting it to swell down faster. Touch it in the right spot, and his knot deflated faster. It could take a quarter-hour or more elsewise.

And I needed him in my pussy.

I sucked on the tip of his cock again, loving how he stayed hard. He let out a snarling growl as my careful pressure relaxed the base of his cock. It shrunk back to its normal thickness, which would still stretch out my naughty cunt. My heart rhythm decreased to a slow and steady pulse, ticking away as I loved him.

“What a delight you are,” he said. “Mmm, just like your mother.”

I popped my mouth off his cock. “Did you love her?”

He stroked my hair. “I love you, Illina.”

I smiled. “You loved us both. I look just like her.”

“Yes and no.”

I arched my eyebrow at him. “We’re identical. You know that.”

“But you’re not the same. You’re more playful than your mother. You have more fun when thieving than she ever did. She was serious.”

I pouted. “So she didn’t beg to suck on your cock and drink all your cum?”

“She didn’t give me a choice,” he growled. His hand pressed down on my shoulders. I shuddered as he leaned over me, his cock hard and throbbing in my hand. I trembled as he stared down at me. I felt so petite and helpless beneath him.

Which made my pussy clench.

“I like it when you don’t give me a choice,” I said.

He snorted. “You set my blood on fire. I might think it’s my choice, but I’m still giving you what you want.”

I grinned at him. “So I am like my mother.”

“In your own conniving way,” he said, settling between my thighs. His right hand cupped my left breast. My heart’s rhythm sped up. I shuddered as he squeezed my breast. His thumb swept out and rubbed across my nipple.

I groaned as he massaged my nub. He pressed it down as he leaned his body on me. His cock nuzzled into my pussy, rubbing into my hairless lips. Pleasure tingled from my labia. A wonderful passion surged through me. I groaned as he pressed his dick into my pussy lips.

I shuddered as his dick slipped into my hot flesh. He pressed his thumb hard into my nub. His cock sank deeper and deeper. My twat welcomed him with liquid passion. Delight rippled through my body. I groaned. My cunt clenched around his dick. I savored him as he bottomed out in me. His crotch rubbed into my clit.

Sparks burst.

I whimpered, my arms snaking around his neck. I pulled him down. His forehead rubbed into mine. His nose brushed against my dainty one. I groaned and undulated my hips, stirring my cunt around his cock.

“I needed you in me!” I moaned. “Gods, Barg, fuck me! That Alloria didn’t give me everything I crave.”

He grinned at me, this wolfish smile, and drew back his cock. I loved being taken by him in his other form, but it lacked the intimacy this provided. The wonderful delight of feeling my sexy barguest on top of me, staring in his eyes.

Loving him.

He slammed back into me. His balls smacked into my taint. My pale legs gripped his midnight body. My hands slid down to stroke his back. The muscles rippled beneath my hands. He slammed his cock deep into me. He plunged over and over into my pussy. He stirred me up. Every hard thrust into my cunt sent a wave of pleasure rippling through my nervous system.

I clenched about him, groaning and gasping as he buried again and again in me. He rammed that thick dick into me. The heavy smacks of his nuts echoed through our hideout. I gasped and whimpered, clenching my twat around him. I held him tight as he plundered me.

Waves of delight swept through my body. I kissed him hard. I thrust my tongue into his mouth. His thumb massaged my nipple. Pleasure surged down to my cunt. My twat clenched about his dick. He buried faster and faster into me.

I loved fucking my barguest. He was my guardian. My partner.

My clit ground against his pubic bone. My pussy drowned in the feel of him as he pumped hard into me. He growled into the kiss. His left hand stroked down my side to my thigh. He gripped me as he plowed into me. My pussy lips and clit reveled in the thudding impacts of his crotch.

He broke the kiss, snarling. “Pater’s cock, your pussy, Illina!”

“Mmm, just loving your cock!” I moaned. “My pussy missed your cock. Alloria’s golden dildo has nothing on your dick. Ooh, yes, yes, ram that in me. I can’t wait for you to knot me!”

He growled and kissed me hard.

My pussy squeezed around his cock. His shaft stimulated me. He massaged my flesh. The pleasure rippled and surged through my nervous system. My fingers dug into his back. I humped my hips and undulated them around his dick. I stirred my twat around that amazing dick, stimulating my flesh.

My orgasm built and built in me. My body trembled beneath his weight as I whimpered into our kiss. His tongue plundered my mouth with the same forceful passion as his cock ramming into my cunt. I loved his passion.

I was so close to cumming.

To that wonderful moment of bliss.

He thrust harder. Faster. Then I felt it. His knot swelled again. His cock ballooned at the base. The increased girth smacked into my pussy lips. I gasped as my tight cunt resisted. He drew back and thrust in harder.

I broke the kiss and howled, “Yes, yes, ram that big knot into my cunt!” I howled. “Do it! Bury into me! Oh, yes, yes, Barg. Please, give it to me!”

He slammed against me, snarling. His eyes burned with his passion. My pussy lips stretched more and more with each impact. In his other form, he’d have me tied faster, able to thrust with more force, but this was exquisite, too.

My cuntlips throbbed every time his swollen base slammed into me. My twat stretched to engulf him. Wonderful bliss swept through me each time. I held off my orgasm as I trembled beneath him. He drew back.

Thrust forward.

“Illina!” he growled as his knot slammed into my vulva.

My pussy surrendered to his increased girth.

“Barg!” I gasped as he penetrated me fully. His knot popped into me. “Cernere’s black cunt, yes!”

My pussy convulsed around his dick and knot. My orgasm swept through me, a vast tsunami following my nervous system to the cogs of my brain. I drowned in rapture as my cunt writhed around his massive cock.

He erupted.

His dick throbbed in my pussy, knot pulsing as his cum pumped into me. I whimpered and moaned, bucking beneath him. I reveled in his cum flooding me. It was incredible to feel him pumping my twat full of his jizz. That wonderful pleasure filled me. My eyes fluttered. Stars danced over my head.

“Yes, yes!” I moaned as I drowned in bliss. “Gods, Barg! I love it when you knot me!”

He growled and then kissed me. His tongue danced through my mouth. My cunt milked his cock. I drained his balls. My pussy rippled around his amazing dick. I whimpered and squirmed beneath him. My orgasm peaked.

Died.

I panted, turning my head and breaking our kiss. We were knotted. Tied together for a while. I reveled in it as he nuzzled into my neck and ear. He panted as he came down from his own passion. I closed my eyes, letting my body rest, my mind retreating as I slipped into sleep.

The last thing I sensed before darkness found me was my barguest on me—in me—and protecting me.

Leywife Monica – Outside the Temple of Lily’s Blossom, Kingdom of Secare

I woke up crying out for Regina and Kassandra. For Maryann and Yennifer. For all my new friends killed by the goblins. For Tomas who would have been my husband. I shuddered as I fled the nightmares, tears spilling down my cheeks. I thrashed in the embrace of the rough blankets.

“It’s okay,” said a strong voice. “The goblins won’t hurt you. I won’t let them.”

The knight appeared over me, his body hard and muscular. His mature and handsome face stared down at me. His arms went around me. He pulled me close to him. Onto his lap. He stroked my hair as I sobbed for all those I knew. I pressed my face into his scarred chest. He rocked me. My body shook as I emptied myself.

Sir Bryce caressed down my back. He didn’t say anything. He was just there for me. Strong. Comforting. I don’t know how long I cried. Finally, I felt wrung out. My eyes sore, my cheeks stained with my grief.

I glanced from him and saw the horizon was lightening to the east, pink glowing through the darkness, driving back the night. I stared at it for a while as I calmed down. He held me the entire time as my grief withdrew.

“What’s going to happen next?” I asked.

“We track down the one responsible,” he said, his hand resting on my stomach now.

“Yes!” I snarled, wanting vengeance on the man who sent those goblins to capture me. They killed my new friends. Tomas and his wonderful wives. I would have been happy being married to him. He seemed like such a nice man, and his wives had been full of joy and mirth. “I want that. He has to pay.”