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>We really shouldn't be here.
>The glints in Hilda's eyes say otherwise.
"We're going to get caught again..."
>"Check your facts, Millhouse didn't catch us. Your aunt did. Definitely different."
>The lockpicking worgen who you met mere months ago gets frustrated and ends up slapping a rock to the window.
>"Besides, Axel, that mini mage had all sorts of cool stuff at the Faire. Aren't you wondering just a liiittle bit what he has here in Stormwind?
>She brushes some broken glass off the window sill which bounces off your silvery hair.
>You feel Hilda stretch out while standing on your shoulders.
>Through some goofy wobbling, you maintain balance long enough for her to find a hold.
>After heaving her slender figure through the newly formed entrance she lets down a hand to help carry you up.
>Trying not to look down the scaffolding you two managed to climb up, you get pulled into the top of the tall tavern.
>The sight of the room is incredibly underwhelming.
"This is it?"
>"I guess? Hey don't look at me like that. Maybe he doesn't store anything here."
>Hilda starts her usual perusing of the room while you keep a look out.
>Fearing a repeat of last time you looted the wizard's room, you keep a keen eye on anything that might have the label 'Moroes Famous Polish'.
>Your relationship with her has stayed quite close ever since the Darkmoon Faire.
>Aunt Simone let her live in the manor for a week but the cute rogue decided not to stay afterwards.
>You doubt it was due to the incessant sex lessons.
>Hilda was completely into that.
>Auntie simply gave her the tips, tricks, and tools she wanted and practiced her sexuality on your constantly embarrassed self.
>Apparently being decent at seduction would help Hilda have her way in some rogue-ish situations, according to your ecstatic Aunt.
>After being squeezed dry by the end of the week, she would come back to the manor every other week in dire straits.

>The rogue rarely ever expressed sorrow over her homeless situation but you could tell every time that she was looking for something or someone every journey.
>"Oh this looks expensive! And about the only thing in here."
>The vial is pulled out from under the bed's pillow.
"What does it say?"
>"Can't tell. There's moonrunes again."
"Not every arcane hieroglyphic is written in elvish."
>"Whatever, wait... hehe check this out it has a dick on it."
"Don't be dumb that's - oh that's a penis."
>"It doesn't look like yours though."
"Yeah no shit. All that's engraved on the glass is 'XoXo XXL'. There's probably a reason he kept that strictly under his pillow."
>"Alright put the vial under your robes, it's all that's in here except for that creepy Manastorm portrait poster staring right at us."
[Muffled Millhouse yelling from halfway across Azeroth staring into a crystal ball intensifies.]
>Hilda jumps out the window and gracefully hops between the scaffolding back down to the streets this thievery started at.
>You weren't so subtle following behind her but the scuffling didn't make too much noise.
>She puts her hood up with the ears sticking out of makeshift holes then motions you to follow.
>Patters of rain start dampening the cobblestones, not to mention your clothes.
>"I have a spot we can stay for the night."
"Sounds sketchy. My Aunt's here we can just stay where she's renting."
>"Were you even listening to her? She had to take the tram to Ironforge because her client didn't expect her to get done so fast."
"Right, yeah. That. Forgot."
>"It's this way. Don't talk to anyone."
>Weaving through Stormwind's night streets of twists and turns never gets old.
>The sheer amount of townsfolk and adventurers going about their errands brought comfienss into perspective.
>You end up safely at Old Town under the moonlit shadowy outline of the Keep.
>The mist picked up but only to a manageable drizzle.
>"Here's home."
"Home is a canal?"

>"Kinda. See that hole in those supports under the bridge? Climb down to that plank. It's slippery."
>You do so as she trails your careful steps, guiding your arms to the next spot to grapple.
>Several feet above the drizzle assaulted water, a drape blocks further entrance to the hole.
>Peering through some slits you notice that the entire wooden support system has been bolstered by cobbled together planks of wood, stone, and cloth.
>"It's not fancy or anything, but I guess you can call it my hideout."
>You push through to admire the work she's put into making something halfway homely.
>The whole space is crudely decorated with gold paint and jewelry almost resembling the ornate interior of your aunt's worgen manor.
>While charming, you can't help but feel palpable sadness. Like an aura of longing basked in the moon's light bouncing off the distorting water beneath.
>Hilda notices your somber hesitance.
>"Come on it's not that bad, I mean I guess that plank should get replaced seeing as how it's a bit shambly but not terrible right?"
"Explains why you've never been caught by the guard yet."
>"Well I wouldn't go that far."
"They got you red handed stealing before?"
>"Not important. Here put this on."
>She unwraps a bundle of linen that was tied around her right pawpad for... whatever rogues need cosmetic bindings for.
"Why?"
>"I don't want you looking at my stuff. Also I wanna try out this potion, it looks fun!"
>While blinding you, your nose picks up on that familiar scent. She wants something.
>You get pushed down on what you have to guess is her bed.
"You want to do this right here? Right now!?"
>"Calm down I'm testing if this stuff works. I can't sell hot property if I can't prove the worth."
>Admittedly, you were curious what the vial had in store.
>Plus what else you were going to do tonight... Auntie forgot to hand you money for anything.
>Hilda strips you of your robes and pants.
"It's gonna be hard for me to help you out if I'm blindfolded."

>"Don't worry about that."
>You could tell she was already prepping to deal with the wetness herself judging by the sudden musk.
>Pop.
>"Juuusst a drop."
>A cool droplet lands on your tip peering out of your sheath.
>You hear a slight shlicking sound.
>A damp finger slides down your stomach.
>You start throbbing, getting hard through normal pulsations.
>Hilda puts her finger on the tip where the droplet landed and starts smearing the potion around the sheath.
>There wasn't an immediate effect as far as you could tell but you were enjoying the servicing anyway.
>Judging by the quiet moans, she was having a good time too.
>Taking a paw to open up a blinded folded eye, you see her naked above you massaging your normal lengthed shaft.
>Her eyes were closed for the short seconds you had to check out how she was masturbating.
>"Hey! No cheating."
>Smirking, you put the blindfold back on.
>It was pretty obvious at that point that it were as hard as it was going to get despite the special lube.
>You start wriggling around, trying your best to get any sensation from her free hand.
>"There's no rush, dude. Doesn't look like it's working though..."
>Another pop.
>This time the cool sensation of the vial's contents envelops your entire cock.
"Uhh how much did you just put on?"
>"We'll find out~"
>Nothing really felt different other than what was once hot being now cold.
>"Woah."
>"Haha WOAH!"
>She's having way too much fun with this.
>She starts playing with your dick, primarily the knott, squeezing it and giving it the occasional lick.
>It must have been only a minute that passed when you finally asked.
"What's happening? Did it work?"
>"Y-yea... yeah. It worked."