Chapter 8: Thief Breaks the Rule

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this. Lady Alloria Valis Korvan – Free City of Raratha

I gripped the hair of the young, noble girl eating out my pussy. The nubile beauty licked and lapped at my cunt, feasting on me with a hunger, feeding the angry lust inside of me. Her tongue slid through my folds as I watched that bitch who robbed me slip into her palanquin.

Lady Vainya’s porters lifted the poles onto their shoulders and carried her away.

“Soon,” I hissed beneath my breath as I watched “Lady” Vainya depart the Lord Covitha’s estate with the ill-gotten loot she’d purloined from Lady Covitha. I didn’t care about that Zeutchian slut’s jewelry.

I needed mine back!

“Lick hard, whore!” I hissed at the girl, pulling on the fistful of her red hair I held, grinding my cunt on her face. “Get that tongue in me!”

“Yes, Lady Korvan,” she moaned and thrust her tongue deep into my cunt.

I gasped at the delight of her tongue stirring around inside of me, licking, lapping, driving me wild. This wonderful bliss shot through me. This anticipatory lust. Kurg and his foul rat-catchers would snatch that thief and drag her to me sobbing this night.

Oh, Vainya would beg to escape her fate. I would make her grovel. Make her thrust that tongue into my cunt. My asshole. I would chain her to the floor and ride her mouth whenever I wanted. Fuck her cunt with my golden dildo whenever I wanted to punish her.

I’d buy a bigger one. A dildo so thick she would feel it in her on every thrust.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, seeing it in my mind. “Lady” Vainya gasping, moaning, begging for mercy as I fucked her and fucked her. I would give her dasthil root and keep her from ever finding her orgasm. She would feel it building and building, reach the cusp of that point and never find it.

She’d beg me for mercy.

For her orgasm.

She would become my fucking groveling slut. “Steal from me! Oh, get that tongue in me, whore! Make me fucking cum!”

The girl whimpered into my twat, her tongue thrust deep into my pussy. She swirled it around inside of me. I shuddered, grinding my twat on the slut’s mouth. Her moans hummed around my pussy. My clit rubbed against her nose.

Pleasure swelled inside of me as I pictured that redheaded slut whimpering and moaning and screaming her head off. “Please, please, let me cum, Mistress! I’m sorry for being a treacherous thief! Forgive me! Let me cum! I need to cum! Gods, please!”

“You cum when I let you, whore!” I moaned, my fantasy blazing through my mind. “Now suck on my clit!”

“Yes, Lady Korvan!” squealed the noble girl.

Her lips latched onto my clit. She sucked hard on my bud. I trembled against the lemon tree. My head thrown back, the vicious pleasure inside of me swelling and swelling. My body twitched. I shuddered towards my wonderful bliss.

“You’ll be my slut, Lady Vainya!”

I came.

My pussy exploded with rapture. My convulsing flesh spasmed, sending bliss rippling through my body. The lemon tree groaned as I thrashed. Its sweet-smelling branches rustled above me. My pussy juices gushed out of my cunt and poured into the girl’s mouth.

She licked up my cream as the waves of ecstasy slammed through me. The rapture pounded the shores of my mind like the Nimborgoth crashing into the cliffs beneath my husband’s estate during a storm. I drowned in euphoria.

“You’ll be mine!” I howled to the night. “Mine, thief!”

Kurg wouldn’t let that slut get away. He would corner her. Capture her. Or kill her. Either way, he would get back my necklace.

Barg

I strolled down the street in my human form, nearing the carpenter’s shop where Illina and I currently lived. A good home with several exits to safety. It was a quiet neighborhood. Home to craftsmen, skilled laborers, and moderately successful merchants. Not one of the poor slums around the docks riddled with criminals.

Not the sort of place that a thief would live.

No hideout in a hovel, but also not a place of luxurious to enjoy the riches and spoils that we’d earned from our current capers. Illina didn’t care about such pleasures. She enjoyed the thrill of the theft.

She was a lot like her mother, and not just because they looked identical to each other.

Hathila had been a wild thief. Brave, even reckless, and fun. I smiled at remembering the time we slipped into the Palace of Sekar and stole the cock ring off King Reginold III, the grandfather of the infant king who ruled the country now. Well, the Queen-Dowager Lavinia ruled until her son came of age after her husband’s mysterious disappearance.

I took a right at the intersection, stepping onto Saffron East Way. There were still those out this late, returning from the tavern. Not many drunks. Not in this area. Even at night, the streets around here were safe to walk alone. Not that I had any fear.

A man glanced at me and then kept walking. I had black skin, and not Halanian black, which despite how deep ebony the desertmen’s skin looked, they still had more brown to them than I did. I was pure black. Unnaturally so.

No hiding that I was a foreigner, but Raratha was a mercantile city. A free city where trade flowed across the Nimborgoth. People from across the known world passed through here, even those from the closed Empire of Shizhuth could be found haunting this ground. Humans, naiads, halflings, and other races abounded. I even saw a rakshasa the other day, one of those man-eating shapeshifters from Naith.

I was almost home. I had a good night. It was fun fucking with “Lady Vainya.” I hoped we could do that again. To feel a noblewoman squealing beneath me while I fucked her in my beast form had been a treat. My dick twitched hard at that.

Above, a bird flapped.

I furrowed my brow. At night? It didn’t sound like an owl. They had soft feathers and hardly made any noise. My eyes flicked upward. The stars twinkled bright. The moon half-full, a silver wedge in the sky. My eyes flicked around. Suddenly, my neck prickled. If I had any body hair, I imagined I’d feel the ones on the back of my neck rise.

At the end of the next block, a handsome, Zeutchian man leaned idly against the wall, one foot planted against the stone. He had a mane of blond hair spilling down his face, fine features, face squared. He wore tight, black leather pants and a loose, long-sleeved linen shirt with a leather vest over it. A light cloak of wool hung off his shoulders, held closed by a silver broach. A rapier hung from his waist.

What was Swift doing here?

I knew that fencer. A mercenary who’d drifted down from the Princedoms of Zeutch. A graduate of the Fencing School of Az. While the bards were the more famous students produced by the University of Az, its duelists were deadly fighters.

And he was waiting a block from our house.

I breathed in deeply, something tickling my nose. I couldn’t tell what. Not in this form. Swift hadn’t noticed me. He stared down the intersection, waiting for something else. I ducked into an alley, a rat scurrying from me and vanishing behind a wooden rubbish bin covered in a round lid. I blurred into my bestial form, resembling a hairless mastiff. My toga spilled off of me as my body shifted. My bones flowed like liquid, my muscles reforming as if unseen hands sculpted my flesh like clay. My jaw elongated. Teeth shifted into sharp fangs and powerful canines. Fingers and toes shortened, hands and feet becoming paws. A tail grew.

I breathed in deeply. That scent that tickled my nose now reeked of sour sweat and foul rot. It was something nasty. Something that I couldn’t quite place.

I padded down the alley to the far end and came out on the next street over. I slunk along the side of the building, keeping in the shadows, just another cur wandering the city. Things that were strange never boded well.

Hathila’s number one rule stated: Things are different for a reason. Understand why if you wish to live a long life.

Illina

My unease grew on me as I moved through the streets to Gareyth’s house. I wanted to get back to the basement beneath the carpenter’s shop, grab my belongings, and find someplace new. My fun in Raratha felt over.

Lady Alloria Valis Korvan had glared at me with such hatred as I left the estate. Despite having a pretty, young thing feasting on her pussy beneath the lemon tree, she had such loathing for me. Such odious fury. She knew I robbed her which meant it wouldn’t be long before other noblewomen began talking about how their jewelry went missing after a night of passion with “Lady Vainya.”

What a shame. Just when things were getting fun. But my mother’s second rule said, “When someone’s pissed in the party’s wine, it was time to abandon the fun.” No thief had been better in the world than my mother.

Save me, of course.

I neared the house when a bird flapped overhead. I paused, glancing up. I held tight my toga. It wasn’t the same silk one I wore at the party, but a linen one suitable for a young laborer’s wife who lived in this neighborhood. My eyes glanced up in the dark. A bird active at night?

The bird whistled.

My stomach tightened. My hand slipped into the folds of my toga for the hilt of one of the knives I had hidden on my body. I didn’t take weapons onto Lord Covitha’s estate, but only because there would be no hiding them in the passion I shared with the lady of the estate.

I drew it, holding it low, pressed against my thigh to hide it from any passersby as I moved down the street, my nervous system burst with sparks of fear.

Barg

I followed the foul scent around the carpenter’s house to the alley on the far side. I peeked around the corner and fought a groan. Kurg Widowmaker stood halfway down in his full plate armor, his ax in hand, his warhammer hanging from his belt. Beside the mercenary came the source of that foul stench. A large cage containing a hulking bugbear in chains. It was a vicious mass of dirty-yellow fur. All claws and fangs and fury. It had the strength of the bear and the fury of a cornered wolverine.

A monster who loved to kill and rape. One of the worst offspring of the God of Lust’s indiscriminate masturbation. Las had fired his jizz across the world and fathered many creatures, most of them deadly and obsessed with sex.

Being raped to death by a bugbear was not a fate I craved.

If Kurg had brought out Bug, his pet, then he was here for serious business. He was here for Illina. I had to find her and warn her before she came near the house. We were blown. It was time to slip away. I padded past the alley. I knew the approach my partner would use. I headed down the next street at a fast lope and rounded the corner. I glanced down Saffron East Way.

A bird chirped.

Swift straightened from the wall. Illina’s scent caught my nose. She was almost to the intersection. Swift crouched now. He drew his sword and positioned himself to strike around the corner and hit Illina when she stepped into his view. My stomach curdled.

Illina

I neared the intersection of Saffron East Way. The beat of my heart pulsed faster and faster. My nervous system tingled with alacrity. I kept a tight grip on the dagger. My eyes darted around, searching for any signs of danger. I could see the corner of Gareyth’s shop. I wanted to relax. To slip into the bed and sleep, but I wanted to get the necklace in there.

Lady Korvan’s necklace was a thing of beauty. I didn’t want to lose it if I didn’t have to.

As I stepped out into the intersection, a dog’s howl bayed into the night. The warning galvanized my nerves already primed by my growing fear. Movement flashed to my right. My body reacted to the rapier thrusting at my side. I twisted and slashed out with the dagger I held, my toga swirling around me. I parried the blade, knocking the slender sword to the side. It lanced past me.

The fencer Swift didn’t flicker any emotion across his handsome face at missing, his blond hair swaying. His body shifted, recovering. While rapiers were thrusting blades, they had edges. Sharp edges. He slashed it towards my neck now. I ducked low and threw my dagger at him. A flick of the wrist, throwing it straight for his guts.

He swept his cloak before him with his off-hand, catching my blade and throwing it out into the street. It clattered across the cobblestones and slid into the far gutter. I sprang back from him, an acrobatic back stand into a crouch, giving me some distance from him.

He followed, rushing in for another thrust. I pivoted and tumbled to my left, rolling across the street and ducking his next attack. His boots pounded on the pavement as he chased me. I came up in a run, racing for the alley.

I reached the wooden rubbish bin and grabbed the heavy lid off of it. I turned around as Swift’s rapier speared at me. The tip gleamed silver, flashing moonlight. Then it thunked into my improvised shield.

I twisted the shield with a jerk of both my arms. His blade bent and then snapped in the middle, the narrow metal stressed in just the right way.

“Pater’s cock!” Swift gasped in shock as he stared at the jagged end of his shortened blade.

I was stronger than I looked.

My muscles flexed as I rushed in and slammed the wooden lid into his face. The rim caught him. His head snapped to the right. His feet left the ground. He hit the street with a loud thud, rolled once, and ended in a crumpled heap.

Barg

My howl died, giving Illina the warning she needed. She dodged the attack and raced for the alley. As I prepared to charge to her aid, metal clanged. Heavy boots thundered. Kurg Widowmaker burst out of the alley and cast his eyes down the road. I couldn’t see his face, shadowed by his helm, but I felt his eyes on me.

He spat and then he charged down the road at me, drawing his warhammer. He held both weapons. Though short and stout and wearing fifty pounds of steel armor, he crossed the half-a-block distance in moments, swinging both weapons at me in a diagonally slash.

I darted to the right, claws scrabbling over the cobblestone. I darted around him, my tail swishing. I lunged in by instinct to savage the back of his knee. To rip the tendons and cripple him. My jaws opened and snapped down.

On a steel plate that almost broke my teeth.

Kurg whirled around in a near blur of speed, ax howling down at my body. I moved faster. I leaped clear of the blade. It crashed into the cobblestones. Sparks burst, flares of yellow-white that spilled dancing reflections across the dwarf’s polished armor.

“Heard she had a barguest fucking her diseased cunt!” snarled the dwarf. “I’ll free you from the slavery of her pussy!”

“If being in a woman’s pussy is a form of slavery, then it is one that I would gladly plunge into at a moment’s notice,” I answered back, keeping my tone light and airy. How to deal with the brute wrapped in metal? And if he freed his pet...

“The weight of bondage destroys us all,” the dwarf said, a vicious pleasure in his voice as he raised his hammer high.

I tensed, watching him, waiting for the attack, ready to dodge, right, left. Perhaps I could slam my weight into his chest and knock him down. How easy could he stand? The attack fell, a powerful blow hurtling down to crush my head.

I darted to the right

BOOM!

The hammer slammed into the pavement where I stood, pulverizing rocks. The cobblestones beneath me buckled. The vibration surged through the ground and hit my paws as I moved. I gasped at the earth-shaking force. I tripped, fell on my side, legs kicking as I sought to right myself.

The ax slashed down for my body.

Illina

I drew another dagger and rushed in to finish Swift off as he groaned, his feet twitching. “Never leave an enemy alive to stab you in the back,” my mother once told me. “That’s my seventh rule.”

Toga flapped. I rushed at him. The air stirred above me. Feathers rustled. I threw a look up and gasped. Claws gleaming like steal flashed down at me. I twisted my body. The attacking talons tore through my clothing and into the flesh of my shoulder. Raking pain burst across my collarbone. I hit the cobblestone, blood flowing sapphire from the wounds.

Liirissa the Harpy flapped her wings hard to climb back into the air, my blood dripping from the steel daggers she wore sheathed over her natural talons. Her large breasts heaved as her brown-feathered wings, which she had in place of arms, flapped hard to carry her into the sky. Her beautiful face gleamed with silver highlights, her eyes reflecting bright green.

Lady Korvan had been busy. Two mercenaries hired to capture me.

I rolled onto my back and threw my knife at the harpy. It spun through the air at her. She flapped wings hard, body twisting and turning in the air. My blade soared past and then arced down, landing on the roof of a building.

Laughing, an almost chirp of delight, the busty harpy turned and dived down at me. Ignoring the bleeding mess of my shoulder, I kicked up onto my feet and darted out onto Saffron East Way. I went right, running fast.

I spotted Kurg Widowmaker raising his hammer to slam it hard at the ground at Barg. My lover and partner leaped to the right. Behind me, feathers rustled. I went to dodge left. The hammer came down with a loud boom. The street lurched beneath me.

“Cernere’s black cunt!” I gasped as I tripped at the wrong moment. The pavement hurtled up at me.

Talons slashed down my back. I screamed as they cut furrows in my flesh. I hit the ground hard, toga torn, absorbing the blood bleeding out of me. I whimpered and looked up to see Barg lying on the ground, too, that dwarven bastard raising up his ax to kill my lover.

That bitch hired Kurg Widowmaker! My hand darted into my robe.

Barg

Death slashed down at me.

A bright light exploded nearby.

A flare of sunlight swept through the night. My eyes burst in pain. Kurg grunted. His ax slammed into the pavement beside me. His heavy feet stumbled as I rolled onto my paws. I couldn’t see anything but a bright blur beside me, blinded by one of Illina’s alchemical dazzelstones.

“Krab’s broken tools!” snarled Kurg. “Queen Barzidi’s well-fucked cunt!”

I wasn’t the only one blinded. Kurg swung his weapons. They hissed through the air. I darted away, shaking my head. The scents changed before me. I smelled more stone. I halted my flight as my paws slid into the gutter, moments from tripping myself.

“Where did you go, cur?” snarled Kurg. “And which mangy, filth-ridden cunt threw that!”

Illina

I staggered to my feet, blinking against the dazzlestone. Liirissa hissed in the air. It landed far enough away not to have blinded me. Kurg and Barg both staggered. My lover shook his muzzle, standing by the carpenter’s shop. Kurg stumped in the wrong direction, swinging his weapons as he snarled in rage.

“I’ll cut off your putrid clit!” snarled the dwarf. “I’ll hack off your mold-ridden cuntlips and slice off your worm-eaten tits!”

I grimaced and rushed to Barg. Pain throbbed up my back. Blood flowed, my heart’s rhythm pumping out more and more of my blue life. It spilled down my back and soaked into my toga. We had to get out of here.

Footsteps rushed behind me. I threw a look over my shoulder. Swift swung the rubbish bin lid at my head, his face a mask of crimson blood. I ducked at the last moment, the flood of adrenaline spiking through my circulatory system numbing the pain screaming through my nervous system. The attack swept over me. I swept out my foot, catching him in his knee.

He screamed as the ligaments tore. His leg folded and he crashed to the ground, the lid spilling from his hands and rolling twice before collapsing with a thud. I panted and groaned, staggering back to my left.

Air rushed.

Liirissa.

I rolled to the side, grunting against the pain bursting fresh across my back as my wounds met the cobblestones. Talons slashed through the air where I stood. Liirissa’s tits heaved as she flapped her wings, climbing back into the air to make her next pass.

I scrambled to my feet and charged towards Barg while Kurg stumbled down the back alley behind our place, cursing about my “puss-filled quim” and my “treacherous maw hungry to steal a man’s noble seed.”

“Barg,” I groaned, reaching him. “You’re feet from the shop’s door.”

“Door!” he growled, his head turning to me. His eyes watered. He shook his head again. “We need to flee.”

“I need that necklace,” I hissed.

“Fifth rule!” he snarled as I darted past him and slammed my shoulder into the door.

Barg

Anger roiled in me. She had forgotten the fifth rule. “The only chains in this world are the possessions we cannot abandon. If you keep your treasures in your heart, then they will never betray you.”