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Narlissa and the Heist Ch. 01

By: Thor99



Narlissa Quickhands, half-elf and master thief, grumbled as she stared down at the magical pendant around her neck. Beneath her Faeht gracefully walked along and Narlissa knew her loyal horse would stick to the road without fail, which meant she could focus on what was annoying her.

The pendant was not working. It was supposed to turn her invisible but it was no longer doing so, at least not for any useful length of time. The pendant was a golden disc on a delicate chain, and on the disc was engraved a picture of an open eye. When she concentrated on the item the engraved eye closed and she became invisible. She remained that way until she concentrated again, at which point the eye reopened and she was visible once more.

But that was no longer happening. The eye would close, but reopen again within seconds. If it only hid her from sight for a few moments then it was barely any use at all.

She gave up thinking about it and checked her pack out of habit. It still contained half a dozen pouches full of gold from the treasure haul she had scored from the ancient warlock's trove a few weeks back.

She was grateful once again for the enchanted bag she had bought almost immediately after her adventure. It was constructed in such a way that it magically held far more items than its size would suggest, and made them weigh next to nothing on top of that. All the gold she carried would normally have been almost unbearably heavy but with the magical pack they felt as light as a feather.

She counted the bags of gold and smiled to herself when she realised there was still a lot left. She could afford to take a year off if she wanted and live in total luxury for that entire time.

However she knew she would get bored if she did so - she enjoyed her work too much for that. For you see, Narlissa was one of the greatest thieves in the whole queendom. Not one of the most famous, of course, because the half-elf understood that the best thieves were practically unknown.

But you see, she had a moral code too. She only ever stole from those that she felt could afford the loss, and what's more they usually deserved it too. She had a code that she kept to so that she didn't become a truly bad person even if she was a thief.

Afternoon stretched into evening as she rode and even worse dark rain clouds had started to form in the sky, making it even darker than it otherwise would have been. The thief knew she'd need to stop soon before a downpour started.

Narlissa took up Faeht's reins and grimaced. A familiar throb had started in her magic cunt and she grumbled to herself. She was feeling very horny but that was no real surprise. And unfortunately for her she was in the middle of the wilderness and had seen no sign of a tavern on her journey today. It looked like she would have to take matters into her own hands even though that did not provide anywhere near the same sense of relief.

A few minutes later the heavens did open and rain started to hammer down. Faeht broke into a trot and Narlissa cursed under her breath at the weather. They crested a hill and the half-elf smiled as she laid eyes upon a small farm.

It was really getting dark now so she quickly led Faeht off the road and into the farm, heading towards the barn. She had no desire to knock on the door because she was never sure how people would react to a lone traveller and particularly not a half-elf. It was safer just to remain undetected. She would sleep in the barn and leave in the morning before anyone even knew she was there.

She jumped down from Faeht and picked the lock on the barn door before leading her mount through and shutting it again behind her. She couldn't lock it from the inside but she was sure that wouldn't matter. The barn was full of hay and also seemed to serve as a stables given the four stalls on one side, two of which had horses in. There was a mezzanine on the back wall that was reached by climbing a ladder.

As the rain noisily fell on the roof Narlissa led Faeht to the furthest stall, which was empty. She gathered some food and water for the mare and then shut the door, happy that her mount would be fed and rested. That done, she quickly climbed the mezzanine to the small balcony and looked around.

It was actually quite comfortable. There was a small lamp that was unlit and a wide mattress on a bed of hay. Clearly someone slept up here sometimes and Narlissa remembered that sometimes farmers had to stay in the barn if one of their animals was sick. That was likely what this was for.

She took off her cloak, laying it down so that she could use it as a blanket and then slowly stripped out of her wet armour. When she was nude she climbed beneath the cloak and listened to the rain. She was hungry and horny but she had no food. That would have to wait until the morning. The horniness however she could do something about.

Her hand slid down her body, coming to rest between her thighs. Just as she started to enjoy herself there was a sudden creak and she opened her eyes and turned her head. The door to the barn was open and a man in his mid-twenties was leading a horse in.

"Hello?" the man called with suspicion. "Is someone in here?"

Narlissa wondered how he knew but then she remembered the lock. She had not thought it would matter but clearly this man remembered that he'd locked the door.

She decided to say nothing but knew he would probably see Faeht. And of course a few seconds later he did when he led his horse to the empty stall and found Faeht in it.

"I know someone is in here," he said loudly. "Show yourself, thief! I will not have someone steal my family's horses!" He set his legs apart, clearly ready for a fight.

Narlissa sighed. She had no choice. "I'm up here," she said, looking down at him from the balcony. "I am sorry, I came to seek refuge from the weather in your barn."

The man jumped at her voice and narrowed his eyes at her. "How do I know your intention isn't to steal our horses?"

"Because I'm wearing nothing but a cloak wrapped around myself for warmth, and I would hardly be able to make a quick getaway like this," Narlissa grinned, standing up so that he could see she was telling the truth. She was holding the cloak up at her neck so nothing indecent was revealed but from her bare shoulders and arms it was obvious that she was telling the truth.

The man looked at her for a moment longer than necessary before he finally turned away. He led his own horse into the remaining empty stall and then turned back to Narlissa.

"I will not throw you out in this weather, but I cannot invite you into the house. I do not think my family would appreciate a trespasser."

"I understand," she replied. "Thank you for letting me stay in here. I will leave everything as it is."

"Apart from the food you have stolen for your horse?"

Narlissa smiled sheepishly. "Apart from that. I will repay you in the morning."

"There is no need," the man said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "We have plenty of feed, and I will not let a horse go hungry. Not when it is only for one night." Then he met her eyes. "Speaking of food, I suppose it would be proper of me to offer you some dinner, since you are technically now a guest."

Narlissa did not want to impose any further when this man was already being generous in letting her stay, but at the same time she was very hungry. "If you have any going spare, I would be most grateful."

The man nodded. "Then I will be back in a moment."

Narlissa lit the small lamp and waited a few minutes until he reappeared at the barn entrance, this time shutting the door behind him. He walked over to the mezzanine and then deftly climbed the ladder with one hand as his other was holding the small pack she knew contained the food.

When he reached the balcony and climbed on Narlissa almost gasped. He was extremely handsome, standing about 6' tall with black hair cropped short and warm brown eyes. He was muscular though not overly so but his build spoke of a job that involved hard work. He was also soaked from the rain.

"You are wet," she said as he joined her on the balcony.

"It is raining. That's what happens," he said with a smile, opening the pack and passing her some food. "I am Ryel."

"Narlissa," she replied as she sat upright, making sure she was covered by her cloak. She took the offered meal and hungrily started to eat.

Ryel was actually quite pleasant company. It seemed his family were indeed farmers and they used their horses for labour on the farm. They did well enough for themselves but were hardly rich. He had a lot of siblings that were too young to work so the money was tight but they were coping. That was also why he could not invite her into the house - his father was very protective and did not like any visitors at all, even in the barn. Narlissa was his secret.

She found the idea that this young man was hiding her from his family quite fun and a little bit naughty. Her magic cunt throbbed and she groaned quietly as she realised how horny she was. She had not been able to get herself off before being interrupted by Ryel's arrival in the barn.

So when she was finished with the meal she had only one thing on her mind. She turned to Ryel.

"I see there is a mattress up here already," she said. "Do you often sleep here?"

"Only when needed. But it is not uncomfortable, so you will be fine. Speaking of which, that reminds me..." he said, reaching into the pack and pulling out a couple of thick blankets. "You will want these. It can get quite cold."

Narlissa took them, thanking him graciously. The rain seemed to be getting stronger. And so was her horniness.

She gazed at Ryel, delighting in how handsome he was. "You will get soaked if you return to the house now."

He sighed. "I know."

"Then stay here."

"There isn't much point, Narlissa. I think the rain will last until the morning, so I'm going to get drenched one way or another."

"Not if you stay all night," she murmured, pushing herself onto her knees. The movement caused her cloak to fall away and reveal her nudity.

Ryel's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets at the sight of her naked body. "I... ah..." he said, struggling to find the words as Narlissa moved to straddle his lap.

Narlissa grinned, leaning in until their faces were only inches apart. "Why go out in the storm when you could stay here and fuck me instead?"

Ryel didn't answer. For a moment he was silent, obviously stunned by her forwardness, then suddenly he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately. Narlissa moaned when he did so and enjoyed the way their tongues battled in each other's mouths. Her hands went straight to his shirt, practically ripping it off to reveal his hard chest with just the right amount of chest hair. His own hands roved over her nude body as she did so.

Narlissa grinned at him and rolled him onto his back on the mattress before breaking the kiss and crawling down his body until she was hunched over his waist. She grabbed his pants, sliding the rain-wet garments from his legs and she moaned as his hard cock sprang free. Now he was as naked as she was.

Then she moved her face to within inches of his beautiful hard cock and stared up into his shimmering brown eyes. She enjoyed the way they rolled back as she slowly took his member into her mouth.

She pleasured him slowly at first, making sure to explore every inch of his hard cock. It was a lovely cock and she enjoyed tasting it. What she enjoyed even more was the way he moaned and twitched with the pleasure of her blowjob. After a few minutes she became more vigorous, making sure to properly bob her head and pump on his shaft with her fist. He writhed in ecstasy, placing a hand on the back of her head and gently thrusting back. She giggled onto his shaft.

"Enjoying yourself?" she breathed, pulling her head free.

He nodded and groaned. "That's an understatement."

"Well it's time to move onto the main course," she said, then threw a leg over him.

She grabbed his cock, not breaking eye contact with him as she angled it with her pussy and then sat down. A moan escaped her lungs as his head pierced her sensitive folds and she shut her eyes to luxuriate in the feeling of his shaft stretching her wide as she took him in fully.

Soon he was hilted inside her and she rested there a moment before starting to roll her hips. Ryel lay there, his hands exploring her body, and she leaned forwards to kiss him as her hips moved. His hands reached to grasp and squeeze her breasts.

It did not take long before she was slamming her hips back against him with passion and she sat more upright to properly ride him. He was thrusting upwards to meet each of her downward strokes and she knew he was enjoying this as much as she was. His brown eyes were glazed and she could tell he wasn't far off his orgasm.

Neither was she, and she rode him more vigorously, their moans echoing around the barn. The rain against the roof was almost drowned out by their cries of passion and the slapping of their flesh.

"Narlissa, I'm going to come," he grunted, his eyes going wide. "I'm going to come inside you!"

She moaned breathlessly. She wanted to see him come, to see the pleasure on his face. "Do it, Ryel! Fill up my pussy!"

With a grunt his eyes rolled back and she felt his dick twitch inside her. She knew he was coming, probably harder than he ever had before. Such was the benefit of her magic cunt. Seconds later her own orgasm arrived and her limbs twitched as mind-blowing pleasure overwhelmed her. She could feel her tunnel spasming along the length of his cock, which still pulsed as it emptied its load of cum deep inside her.

When at last their climaxes had finished she leant down and kissed Ryel deeply. Then she slid from him, collapsing next to him on the mattress. Still the rain was hammering down outside.

She was asleep within moments.

Narlissa and the Heist Ch. 02



Narlissa Quickhands, half-elf and master thief, awoke slowly in the mid-morning. Sunlight streamed through a few holes and cracks in the roof of the barn she had slept in. The rain had died off overnight and a beautiful day had dawned.

What had woken her however was the hot man kissing his way down her body. She grinned, staring into Ryel's brown eyes as he reached her legs and guided them apart. Shortly afterwards he was feasting on her sensitive cunt.

Narlissa moaned, threading her fingers through his hair as the gorgeous man used his tongue and fingers to pleasure her. He was very good at eating pussy, and it did not take long before Narlissa was rubbing her hips back against his face. Her eyes opened wide and she screamed out her pleasure as she came hard.

When she had come down from her orgasm she pushed herself upright, dragging him up by his hair to kiss him. He moved to push her down flat but she wiggled free, instead moving onto all fours and turning her face to him. Ryel grinned and moved up behind her, angling his cock with her pussy and slowly pushing inwards. Narlissa moaned as he sank deeper into her needy cunt and began to thrust.

He started slowly and Narlissa enjoyed the slow way he fucked her in the morning. His cock stretched her full so well and she luxuriated in the gentle pleasure. Her head slumped down into the sheets, muffling her loud moans.

Soon however he was thrusting more quickly, their passion growing. Narlissa lifted her head to cry out, the sound of their sex loud in the barn. Ryel leant forwards, grasping one of her swaying tits and cupping it whilst he kissed her shoulder. His hips hammered into hers and she could tell from his grunts that he was close to coming.

Then her moment arrived. Pleasure flooded her mind and she came incredibly hard, her limbs twitching. At the same time Ryel's own orgasm hit him and he groaned in pure pleasure. She was aware that he seemed to be coming as hard as her and knew that it was her magic cunt making sure he got off harder than he ever normally would.

When at last their orgasms had faded he withdrew his sated cock from her pussy. They grinned at each other and quickly ate some more of the food that Ryel had brought the night before. The rest she put in her pack for later. Then they dressed, sharing a flirtatious and pleasant conversation before he climbed down the ladder and checked the coast was clear for her whilst she prepared Faeht.

"No one is outside yet, so you can leave without being seen," he said to her when he returned.

Narlissa nodded, leading Faeht to the barn's entrance. "Thank you for giving me a place to spend the night, Ryel," she said. "And for, well, fucking me senseless."

"It was my pleasure."

She winked. "I know."

Then she gave him a passionate kiss before nimbly climbing onto Faeht's back and riding the mare out of the barn and back onto the main road. Ryel watched her go and waved as she disappeared from sight and she waved back before smiling to herself and focusing on the journey ahead.

Faeht rode swiftly beneath her. Narlissa knew she could guide the mare into the woods and woodwalk to make their journey even quicker but she was in no hurry to be anywhere. She quite enjoyed riding on the roads as it meant she met more people, and meeting more people meant more targets to rob and more sexy men to fuck.

The day passed without much incident. She stopped for lunch by the roadside but didn't really bump into anyone of note. The rainclouds had cleared from the day before so it was dry and Narlissa was thankful for that.

As the afternoon stretched into evening she was just starting to worry about finding somewhere to stop for the night when saw smoke on the horizon and realised a settlement was up ahead. She rode towards it and as night started to fall she reached a large village.

It was not quite big enough to be called a town but it was still larger than any other settlement she had passed through in the past few days. The southern part of the queendom tended to be far less inhabited than the central and northern areas, with what little population there was concentrated around the port cities on the sea to the south.

Still, this village was large enough and she gratefully rode Faeht to the inn that stood in the middle of the town. Narlissa handed a silver coin to the stableboy who ran out to collect the reins and went inside.

It was a large establishment with a cosy fire in the middle of the room and plenty of tables and chairs. One particular patron caught her eye, a handsome man with auburn hair in a ponytail and warm green eyes. He was tall, probably about 6'1", with muscular arms and a broad set to his shoulders. He was probably in his early-thirties and was clearly an adventurer of some sort. They shared a small smile as she passed and Narlissa's magic cunt throbbed at the look in his eyes. She made a mental note to talk to him when she got the chance.

For now she still needed a room and so she approached the innkeeper and coughed to get his attention. He was a portly man in his late-fifties but looked friendly enough.

Narlissa decided to treat herself. She did not do so often and this time she had the gold to splash out. Since she was only here for one night, she rented the best room in the inn.

The innkeeper showed her to her room and then dismissed himself. Narlissa took off her pack and cloak. She decided not to bother changing out of her leather armour just yet and after a few minutes returned to the main room.

There was a commotion. The room had been filled by a dozen men and women in armour and swords. Narlissa paused on the stairs before any of them had seen her and decided to watch. She never trusted large groups of armed men. One of the men was talking to the innkeeper, who looked very nervous.

Amongst them was a very fat man in ornate robes. He was probably a rich merchant of some sort. To his side was an elf who Narlissa determined from his clothes was a mage, and a powerful one at that.

He was also very handsome. He had long black hair that fell loose to his shoulders and piercing blue eyes. He was lithe and slender but attractive for it and Narlissa guessed he was the elven equivalent of a human in his mid-thirties. He stood at probably around 5'10", which was tall for an elf though not abnormally so. His robes were less ostentatious than the merchant's but no less ornate. Indeed the fact that they were slightly understated and he was clearly powerful meant they were actually much more impressive.

Her heart skipped a beat when the mage's eyes flicked up to meet her own gaze. They held it for a moment and then he looked away. Narlissa was sure she saw a small smile play across his face.

Suddenly the fat man in robes pushed his way past the soldiers or guards or whatever they were and approached the table.

"I want your best room," he snapped at the innkeeper. "No excuses!"

"But I have already rented it, sir," the innkeeper pleaded.

The fat man's eyes went wide with rage. "Then unrent it! I will have that room!"

Narlissa realised that they were talking about the room she had just rented. She started to come down the stairs.

"I cannot do that to a customer. Surely you understand?" the innkeeper said quietly, obviously fearing the repercussions.

"Do you dare defy me?" the fat man screamed. "I will have my guards cut off your hands and burn this tavern down. Do you hear me? I will burn it to the ground!"

The innkeeper shied back and nodded. "Of course, of course." He scrabbled around for a key. "Here you are, this is your key. It is on the top floor."

The fat man snatched the key from his grasp and threw it to the closest guard. "Make sure the room is clean," he snapped. "And if there is someone in there, throw them and their belongings onto the street."

Narlissa stood in shock as the man pushed past her. Then it truly dawned on her what the fat man had just said. She hurried down to the ground floor.

"That is my room!" she said, advancing on the fat merchant.

He sneered at her. "You rented that room? You? A pathetic little elf-thing? Get out of my sight, before I have your ears cut off by my guards."

Narlissa stood there, bristling with rage. Clearly this merchant or whatever he was enjoyed his threats. And apparently hated elves, too. She wondered how the elf mage could put up with him. Gold could buy a lot of loyalty, she supposed.

Suddenly the guard who had gone upstairs returned with her belongings. He made a move for the door, clearly about to carry out the instructions to throw them out onto the street. Narlissa snatched them off him.

The fat man laughed. "Yes, seize your petty little baubles. I have no use for them. Now, guards, keep this elven rat away from me!"

Hands seized her and held her back as the merchant waddled past with a smug grin and went upstairs with two guards and the elf mage. Despite her rage, Narlissa did not struggle - she did not think starting a brawl against a bunch of armed guards would be a good idea.

When the merchant was out of sight the guards released her and settled down at a few tables to drink. Clearly they weren't interesting in humiliating her any further but that didn't make Narlissa's mood any better. She would have her revenge on that merchant.

Suddenly she realised that the innkeeper had approached her. He grabbed her hands and apologised profusely for what had happened. Narlissa did not blame him. He'd been threatened with violence and the loss of his tavern. He'd really been given no choice. She'd have done the same thing, she was sure.

She asked him about who the fat man was and innkeeper told her in hushed tones. It turned out that the fat man was a merchant known for visiting these parts, and a local bully. He hired guards to enforce his will and that made him feel like he was important. He used that power to get what he wanted and generally humiliate people. All in all, he sounded like a very nasty man.

And the perfect target.

Narlissa couldn't help but let a smile play across her face as the innkeeper talked. Her mind was totally made up.

The innkeeper gave her back her gold but then told her that he had no rooms left, as the guards had taken up any spare ones. She sighed to herself and thought that she could at least get some dinner.

A serving girl came out with some soup and refused payment when Narlissa tried to offer a silver coin. Apparently the innkeeper was letting her have this for free for her troubles. She ate hungrily.

As she enjoyed her dinner, she noticed one of the travellers eyeing her. She met his gaze and smiled. It was the handsome adventurer she had seen earlier and her magic cunt throbbed at the sight of him. Despite her current situation her lust was growing at the same rate as always.

So imagine Narlissa's delight when the traveller stood up and came to sit at her table. Perhaps the evening could be salvaged after all.

"I hope you don't mind me joining you. I'm sorry about what happened," he said. "I feel I should have at least tried to intervene."

Narlissa swallowed, trying to ignore the horniness that flooded through her at his presence. "There's nothing you could have done. There were twelve guards and a mage."

"True," the man nodded, agreeing. "Still, I can't help but feel at least partly responsible for your current predicament. My name is Jost."

"Narlissa," she responded, offering her hand to shake. She was amused when he took it and kissed it instead. She wondered what that mouth would feel like kissing something else...

They talked as she ate. Jost was good company. It turned out he was an adventurer and was just passing through. Judging from his armour and the way he carried himself she could tell he was a fairly successful one, but not too ostentatious. As they spoke, however, her mind kept returning to how horny she was and conjuring up images of Jost doing wonderful things to her.

"Are you alright, Narlissa?" he said suddenly. "You look distant."

She shook her head to clear the lustful fog, but it didn't work. "I'm fine. Just... distracted."

"I can see," he said with a naughty smile. He leaned forwards. "Tell me, Narlissa, where are you planning to sleep tonight? I heard the innkeeper tell you there were no more rooms."

"I will find somewhere. Perhaps I will make camp outside the town," she said with a shrug, then noticed his smile. "Unless you're offering me an alternative, Jost?"

"Well, I have a room with a bed I have no hope of filling all by myself. I am willing to share, if you wish."

"Just to sleep in, Jost?"

"That remains to be seen."

She grinned, pushing her empty bowl away and grabbing her pack. "Where is it?"

Jost smiled, standing up and leading her upstairs. Soon Jost had opened the door to his room. Narlissa stepped through and dropped her pack on the floor. Jost shut the door behind him and turned the key.

"So, as you can see, there's plenty of room for us both. If you'd like some privacy I can-"

His words were abruptly cut off as Narlissa kissed him. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and moaned as he returned the motion and wrapped his arms around her. They passionately made out for a minute or so, slowly making their way towards the bed when Narlissa decided she wanted to see more of him.

She started to undress him and Jost did the same to her. He groaned in delight as he removed her chest piece and her big tits spilled free. Narlissa moaned as he cupped the sensitive mounds and started to gently squeeze.

When they were both naked she grabbed his shoulders and spun him around, pushing him roughly onto the bed so that he sat on the edge. The adventurer grinned as Narlissa hurriedly dropped to her knees and took his hard cock into her mouth. She enjoyed the way his green eyes rolled back in pleasure as she took more of him between her lips.

She made sure to truly explore his dick with her tongue and fingers. It was a nice big dick and she moaned in anticipation of getting it inside her but for the moment was just enjoying the way he groaned at her work. Clearly he was enjoying himself. After a few minutes of going down on him he suddenly placed his hand on her chin and lifted her head.

"You're so good at that, Narlissa, you'll make me come," he chuckled. "And I get the impression you don't want me to come in your mouth."

"You're very insightful," she teased, climbing to her feet and kissing him. Her tongue pushed into his mouth and his own fought back lustfully.

She climbed up onto his lap when suddenly his arms wrapped around her and spun them around. She giggled in surprise and delight as she thumped down onto her back and Jost climbed on top of her. He grinned naughtily and kissed her again and then Narlissa's giggle became a long loud moan as he speared her needy pussy with his cock.

He rested there a moment and she stared into his wide green eyes. She knew her own face revealed her pleasured surprise but she didn't care. She felt her body shiver as he started to thrust into her. It did not take long until he was moving at a wonderful steady rhythm.

"You feel so perfect," he grunted, his face inches from hers.

Narlissa grinned breathlessly. "I know."

She could feel her nipples grazing his hard chest as he fucked her faster and faster. Her hands explored his back then came to rest on his thick biceps and she never broke eye contact with the gorgeous adventurer.

Soon he was fucking her hard and the entire bed rocked with his passionate thrusts. She could hear the frame creaking in protest at their lustful sex and delighted in it. She hoped they were disturbing the merchant above them with all the noise they were making.

"I'm going to come, Jost," she moaned, feeling herself cresting.

She could see from the look in his eyes that the same was true of him and seconds later she was proven right. He cried out, his eyes rolling back and she felt his cock spasm inside her cunt. She knew he was coming deep inside her and that thought set her own huge orgasm off.

When their orgasms had finally faded she pulled Jost down for a passionate kiss. He returned the motion and they settled down next to each other.

As plans for the next day played through her mind, Narlissa fell asleep.



Narlissa and the Heist Ch. 03



Narlissa Quickhands, half-elf and master thief, awoke to find the tavern bed empty. She rolled over and glanced around, sighing when it became obvious that Jost had already left.

It did not overly surprise her as adventurers like him often tended to make early starts and not stay in one place for too long. Still, she was disappointed. Not because she'd had any intention of travelling with him once he left the village, but because she had woken up horny like she always did and it meant that she would not get to fuck him as a great way to start the day.

She climbed from the bed and washed herself before getting dressed. Deciding against heading through the common room of the tavern where she might be seen she instead collected her things and exited nimbly through the window. Thanks to her elven heritage she was very agile and light of foot and nobody noticed her as she deftly made her way down onto the street even though it was broad daylight.

The first thing she did was buy some food, then when she was finished eating she walked casually back towards the tavern. She needed to scope it out.

Disappearing into an alleyway opposite the inn she slipped out of sight and then quickly climbed the nearest building. It was slightly taller than the others around it so she knew it would be the perfect vantage point. She was still far enough south that the buildings had flat roofs and soon she found herself on top of the building.

She crept to the side so that she could clearly see the inn and started watching. She knew she was well-concealed because she had done this a hundred times before. No one would spot her unless they were actively looking.

She scanned the outside of the inn and realised that the easiest way to make entry to the merchant's room would be to climb onto the flat roof and then drop down onto the balcony. The guards were not watching the roof and had no one stationed up there. Narlissa supposed they were not actually expecting any trouble in this small village in the middle of nowhere.

Hours passed and although most people would have found the task very boring Narlissa was of singular focus. She had not become a skilled thief by ignoring the groundwork and that meant thoroughly learning about the terrain and all the things that might go wrong with a heist. She made a note of every single detail in case it was important, for you see Narlissa was very clever. She just chose to focus that cleverness on her job rather than academically.

Slowly the day passed and afternoon came. Still she watched. She saw no sign that the merchant was preparing to leave. That was good. She needed him to spend the night at the tavern so that she could make her move. A few guards stood around his carriage in the tavern's courtyard, but most were inside. She would have to sneak in without alerting them of her presence.

Once or twice she saw the elven mage that she had seen before and that was of more concern to her than the guards. She wondered again how this merchant could have afforded his talents. He was rich, but she didn't think he was rich enough for that.

Still, the presence of the mage made her very nervous. He evidently possessed considerable power. Had it not been for her desire to get revenge on the merchant she probably would have ignored him as a target because of the risk of having to confront the mage. As it was, however, she would just have to trust her talents. And thankfully, she did. She knew she was one of the best.

Then she noticed something. A cloaked figure stopped in front of the tavern and watched it for a while before moving on. That was suspicious enough but ten minutes later they returned and did it again. Then they left but once again returned. Narlissa got the distinct impression they were scoping the place out. She could recognise another thief a mile away.

The guards were so oblivious that they did not notice the cloaked figure but Narlissa was still put on edge. It was not so much the fear that this other thief would get the spoils before her but more that if they were seen it would alert the merchant and he would be particularly vigilant tonight, meaning she could not make a move of her own.

As the afternoon went on the figure came and went a few more times. Whilst Narlissa knew this other thief would not be stupid enough to make a move during daylight it did mean Narlissa was going to have to get started earlier than she was intending to when night fell.

Suddenly there was a sound and Narlissa realised with surprise that it was the trapdoor to the building below being opened. She whirled around as it opened then dived behind a tall amphora full of wine in the corner of the roof, hiding in the long evening shadows. A figure climbed up onto the roof then laid out a rug on the floor and shut the trapdoor behind them. They sat down on the rug, pulled out some food and started to eat.

Narlissa realised with alarm that they weren't going to move. Clearly they were here for a while, probably to have their evening meal whilst watching the sun set. She had to admit it was a nice place to do so.

But now she was stuck here until they left. Whilst she was well-concealed in her current hiding place she could not leave it without being seen. If this person saw her and thought she was trying to rob them then they might alert the village watch, and that would be a disaster for her plans.

At the same time, she couldn't see the inn from where she was. She needed to find somewhere else so she could keep watching the tavern, but needed to stay put in case she was seen. She was in a tight spot.

However, Narlissa's frantic thoughts paused when she saw the figure take off their cloak. It was a man and she realised with a throb in her pussy that he was actually very handsome, with a shaved head and green eyes. He was probably about 5'11 and likely in his early-twenties. He had a neat beard that contrasted with his shaved head and he was quite muscular without being too broad.

His size looked like it came from careful exercise rather than his work and she realised from his loose white clothing that he was probably a monk. It suddenly dawned on her that the reason this building was taller than those around it was because it wasn't a private house at all - it was a dormitory for the monks of the local temple!

However, the man was not quick about eating. Narlissa grew more anxious and eventually realised that would have to leave. She could not afford to ignore the inn for so long. She reached for the magical pendant around her neck and willed it to make her invisible. She just hoped it would last.

Unfortunately things were never that easy for the beautiful half-elf. She had almost made it to the edge of the building when suddenly the monk spun round to face her and gasped.

"Who are you?" he demanded. "You are not meant to be here."

Narlissa paused, slowly turning to face him. She was mere feet away from the edge of the building and knew she could easily escape before the monk could reach her, but then he would alert the local guard about a thief and her plans would be ruined. She would have to talk her way out.

She smiled at the monk and raised her palms to show she wasn't a threat. "I am just passing across your rooftop. I mean no harm."

Narlissa cursed inwardly as soon as she said the words. For you see unfortunately Narlissa was not actually very good at talking her way out of trouble.

"Passing across our rooftop?" the monk said, then laughed pleasantly. "That is a feeble excuse."

Narlissa shrugged. "It's the best I have."

"Do you mean to rob us? My Order doesn't have anything of value."

"No."

"Then you mean to steal from somewhere else."

Narlissa said nothing for a moment. Then she sighed.

"Well, aren't you going to call the guards or something?"

"Why would I do that?" the monk grinned. "I'm not meant to be up here either, and I have no desire to give myself away to my superiors. I am Torlas, and it seems we now share a secret." He offered his hand to her.

Narlissa considered a moment. The monk seemed to be telling the truth. Perhaps she would get away with being caught after all. She shook his hand.

"I am Narlissa. It is nice to meet you, Torlas. I won't tell anyone I saw you here."

"And I never saw you either, Narlissa. Although I would regret that if it were actually true. You are quite beautiful."

Narlissa's magic cunt flared at his compliment. "I bet you say that to all the girls you find sneaking around up here, Torlas."

He grinned. "Only the pretty ones." He looked her up and down and smirked naughtily. "You know, I wish you'd passed by earlier. I would have loved to get to know you better."

Narlissa could take no more. She was much too horny and her magic cunt was practically speaking for her.

"Then get to know me right now. Here, on this rooftop."

"What exactly are you suggesting, Narlissa?"

She grinned, then started to slink towards him. "I'm just saying that we're already keeping a secret together, Torlas. Why don't we make it one that's truly worthwhile?"

Then she kissed him.

It took him a moment to respond but Narlissa was delighted when he kissed her back, groaning into her mouth. Her hands went to his robes and slipped beneath them to explore his hard, toned body. It felt wonderful beneath her fingertips. Then he grabbed his shirt and pulled it off.

Narlissa enjoyed the sight of him undressing and hurriedly started to strip from her own armour. They kissed as they did so, helping each other out of their clothes, and soon they were both naked. Torlas was truly gorgeous and Narlissa could not suppress a groan of delight at the sight of him.

Then he kissed her again, scooping her up and gently laying her on the rug he had thrown over the ground. Narlissa grinned as he started to kiss his way down her body first of all stopping to play with her sensitive nipples and then tracing his tongue lower. Soon his head was buried between her thighs.

"Oh gods," she breathed, her eyes rolling back.

Torlas ate her pussy expertly and soon had slid two fingers in side of her to increase her pleasure. Narlissa writhed and moaned as his tongue teased her clit and lips and it was only a few minutes until she was staring down at him rubbing her hips back against his face. She came a few seconds later with a whimper, trying to keep her voice down but not really succeeding.

Torlas did not seem to mind though and he wiped her juices from his chin and then climbed up her body to kiss her again. Narlissa wrapped her arms around his back as he did so and she felt him reach down with one hand to guide his cock to her soaking entrance.

She moaned into his mouth as he pushed inwards. He rested there a moment before he started to slowly thrust. She stared into his eyes with carnal glee as he did so.

For a while he just fucked her gently and Narlissa enjoyed the feel of it. Night had truly set now but it was almost a full moon so there was plenty of light. She grinned to herself when she realised this really was an illicit moonlight tryst for Torlas but he didn't seem to care. Neither did she but soon the thought was washed away by another wave of pleasure.

"Fuck me harder, Torlas," she moaned, knowing she wanted more. "Fuck me!"

He took her words to heart, his hips immediately starting to thrust more quickly. He was toned and athletic through meditation and exercise and Narlissa was delighted to find he was well capable of really pounding her. Her entire body shook with each impact of their loins and she stared at him wide-eyed as her pleasure grew. She could see his own eyes growing cloudy as the moment neared for him.

"You're going to come, aren't you?" she breathed, reaching up and pulling his face down until it was inches from her own.

He nodded, biting his lower lip.

"Then do it!" she cried desperately. "I want to feel you come inside me!"

His hips became practically a blur as they hammered into her. Narlissa could feel her pussy narrowing on his cock and knew she was seconds away. From the look in his eyes Torlas was right on the edge too. She was right.

Moments later the monk cried out and she felt his dick twitch. At the exact same time her own orgasm arrived and she arched her back as pleasure overwhelmed her. Her fingers dug into Torlas's shoulders as she clung onto his body tightly, bliss bombarding her. At the same time he kissed her hard, grunting and gasping in pleasure at his own incredible orgasm.

At last their climaxes finished and Narlissa felt Torlas slip from her pussy. He grinned breathlessly as he collapsed next to her. For a moment they just lay there naked under the stars.

After another minute or so they quickly dressed and soon Narlissa was back in her armour. Torlas looked at the stars and laughed.

"I have been out here for much longer than I intended," he chuckled. "It was only meant to be a brief escape to watch the sunset."

She smirked. "But worth it, I hope?"

"I'll put it this way, Narlissa: I'll never have a better secret to keep," he replied with a wink. Then they shared a brief kiss before he slipped back through the trapdoor into the building below.

Narlissa smiled to herself and made her way back to the edge of the building to resume her watch of the inn. The time was almost right.

She could only hope things would go as well as they had so far.



Narlissa and the Heist Ch. 04



Narlissa Quickhands, half-elf and master thief, padded quietly across the flat roof of the tavern. A full moon cast long shadows and it was not as dark as she would have liked, but it was midnight and it wasn't going to get any darker. It was time to get started.

Passing the guards outside had been easy. She skirted the tavern behind its major wall, then nimbly climbed onto the roof. Now with a final look around she dropped down onto the flat balcony outside the merchant's bedroom. The window was slightly open and she listened carefully to make sure no one was awake. She could smell the sweat and stink of the room beyond.

All she could hear was snoring.

Slowly she eased the window open further and slipped in. The merchant was asleep on the large bed totally naked and Narlissa flinched away from the sight of his nasty fat body wobbling as he snored.

Her hand flickered to the pendant at her neck but she resisted the urge to use it. She knew it wasn't working properly and there was little point. It would only keep her invisible for a couple of seconds, which would be nowhere near long enough. She would have to do this the old fashioned way.

She crept further into the room making sure to use all of her ability to not make a sound. Scanning the room she finally laid eyes upon what it was she wanted. A small chest lay underneath a blanket.

However she knew that the room would almost certainly be warded and she spent a few seconds working out where the wards were. They had a very faint glow and she used her expertise to determine that there were five and exactly where they were. With that done, she made a move for the chest.

It did not take her long to have reached it and soon she was picking the lock. It opened with a small click, and she hurriedly looked back at the merchant to make sure he hadn't woken up. He hadn't.

Inside the chest were bags of gold and Narlissa delicately placed them one at a time into her own magical pack. The merchant had brought a lot of money with him. Clearly his business was a wealthy one and soon she had even more gold than she'd had in the aftermath of finding the warlock's treasure. She was grateful that her enchanted pack meant it would not weigh her down.

When she had fully emptied the chest she moved to shut the lid, then stopped herself. Normally she would do so in order to cover her tracks but in this case she wanted this merchant to know that he'd been robbed as soon as he woke up. This was revenge, after all.

She stood, padding back towards the window and avoiding the wards when something suddenly caught her eye. Lying next to the merchant on the bedstand was an ornate dagger and she crept closer to get a better look.

It was elven in design and beautiful, with a gold hilt and silvery metal that she realised suddenly was mithril. It was worth an absolute fortune, probably more than all the gold she had just stolen and she realised that if she really wanted to teach the merchant a lesson then she needed to take it. Besides, it was clearly of elven origin and therefore did not deserve to be sullied by his hands.

She neatly picked it up and dropped it in her pack with the gold, then smiled to herself and deftly turned around. Slipping back through the window she soon found herself back on the balcony and grinned as she realised that she had succeeded.

But suddenly just as she was about to climb onto the roof to make her escape she heard footsteps coming towards her over the rooftop. She realised she had no other choice but to duck back through the window into the merchant's room.

She waited, holding her breath, wondering who it could possibly have been. Suddenly a boot appeared through the window and Narlissa shrank back into the shadows, hiding herself in the folds of a curtain. This was most unexpected and was really messing with her plans. She should have been away over the rooftops by now.

A cloaked man stepped into the room and Narlissa suddenly realised that it was the thief from earlier. He looked around furtively and then crept further into the room. Narlissa watched him with growing nervousness as she realised that he was not particularly skilled at this. His steps were too heavy and he did not seem at all aware of the presence of the wards.

He tiptoed towards the open chest and Narlissa resisted the urge to call out. Doing so would surely wake the merchant so instead she waited for the thief to shuffle passed then quickly and silently climbed back out of the window.

Once again she found herself on the balcony with a clear route to escape but once again she paused. This time it was because she worried that the other thief would get caught so she peeped back through the open window.

The thief was nearer the chest now and Narlissa realised with horror that he was seconds away from stepping on a ward. She started to climb back through the window.

"No!" she hissed, loudly enough for the thief to hear but quietly enough that it would not wake the merchant.

The figure jumped in fright at the sound of her voice, whirling to face her. She could see his face beneath the hood, his eyes wide with fear. He was definitely new to this because a seasoned thief would not have been startled so easily.

Her heart skipped a beat as he took a frantic step backwards. There was a ward right there that he clearly knew nothing about.

And of course he stepped right on it.

A loud screech went up in the bedroom and the fat merchant asleep on the bed opened his eyes with a startled scream. The two guards Narlissa knew were stationed on the outside of the door burst in a second later and she swore under her breath and leapt for the window.

She vaulted onto the nearest rooftop and turned back to the balcony. The thief made it out just ahead of the guards and jumped after her, landing next to her and starting to run. The guards followed and Narlissa took off after the thief.

As he ran the thief's cloak caught on a weather vane, pulling it from him and revealing his appearance. From what she could see it was a man, probably about 5'9" in height with medium-length messy brown hair. He turned to her with a frantic look in his eyes.

Suddenly he stumbled, his boot slipping into a gutter and wedging there, and he collapsed with a pained cry. Narlissa ran right past him and jumped over to the next roof, leaving him to his fate. This was entirely his fault, after all. Behind her the guards were spilling out onto the street and those who had run into the bedroom had leapt onto the roof themselves and were giving chase.

She slowed, her conscience making her stop. She turned back as the guards scrambled over the nearest roof towards them. The other thief looked first at the guards then back at her with fear in his eyes.

Narlissa sighed, then jumped back across. She crouched down next to the man and grabbed his boot, starting to work it free from the gutter.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean for this. I... I just thought it would be fun."

Narlissa looked at him. "What do you mean?"

Now that she could see his face she could tell he wasn't much older than her, probably in his mid-twenties. His brown eyes were wide.

"I just wanted the thrill. To be a thief, like in the adventures. Oh gods, now I'm going to die!"

"Oh, shut up," Narlissa sighed, getting his boot free. She stood and dragged him to his feet. "I'll lead these guards on a merry chase, you just make sure you get out of here."

The guards had slipped onto the same roof now and were carefully picking their way across towards Narlissa and the thief.

"Thank you," the man said hurriedly. "I am Anard. There is an old warehouse on the edge of the village. Find me there when this is done."

"I will. Now run, you idiot!" Narlissa said, shoving him.

He stumbled, then looked back and nodded. He vaulted across to the far roof and immediately was running across the rooftops. Narlissa turned back to the guards.

They had almost reached her now and even more were congregating beneath her on the street. Some had climbed up onto the roof of the house behind her to cut off her route of escape. It seemed they were all focused on her, meaning that Anard would be able to get away safely.

She watched them close in, then grinned. With a wink she suddenly stepped off the roof, landing deftly below in the alleyway next to the inn. The guards shouted in annoyance and set off after her, those on the rooftops quickly clambering down to join their comrades in the alleyway.

Narlissa set off into a sprint with the guards in hot pursuit. However the alleyway was blocked off and Narlissa soon came to a dead end. She knew that was coming however and she had a plan. For you see, Narlissa always had a plan.

The guards soon caught up and found her trapped in the alleyway. They slowed down and started to advance menacingly on her. Narlissa simply stood there.

When they were only a few feet away she smiled. She reached into her chestpiece for the pendant and concentrated. The eye closed.

The guards suddenly cried out in disbelief. She had disappeared! She knew she wouldn't have long until the spell ended and so she quickly jumped up, grasping the high wall behind her and nimbly scaling it.

She dropped down onto the other side and sprinted out onto the street. Behind her the guards were shouting in confusion and she realised that she had got away. She laughed to herself in pure delight and turned to run when suddenly her heart skipped a beat.

The elven mage was standing there.

His face was smooth and expressionless and Narlissa took a step back. He was clearly very powerful and she was not looking for this.

But the mage did nothing. Instead he simply smiled.

"You should probably run, the guards will be around the front soon," he said in a low voice.

"You're not going to stop me?" Narlissa said, edging backwards.

He smiled. "No. But I will see you again." With that, he turned and walked away from her down the street.

Narlissa watched him go a moment before realising that time was short. She sprinted down the dark street and out of sight only seconds before the guards spilled out onto the road. They did not see her and she realised with glee that she had escaped!

She caught her breath in an alleyway before once more returning to the street. Throwing up her hood and sticking to the shadows she easily avoided the small groups of guards that roamed the town. She needed to find the warehouse that Anard had told her about.

As she searched for the warehouse she grumbled under her breath. The excitement of successfully robbing the merchant and then being chased by the guards through the streets had got her adrenaline flowing. And of course that meant that she was now horny beyond belief.

She tried to ignore her desires as she finally laid eyes upon the warehouse, noticing light flickering through the closed slats of a shutter on the top floor. She made sure no one could see her and then deftly scaled the wall, pushing open that slat and jumping through.

The thief, Anard, was staring at the trapdoor in the middle of the room, evidently waiting for her. He wheeled in alarm when she slipped through and slammed the shutter closed behind her again.

"It's you!" he cried, moving towards her. "Thank you, my lady. You saved my life."

Narlissa scowled. "I am not a lady, I am a thief. And my name is Narlissa."

In this better light she took a moment to really get a good look at him. Her initial impressions on the rooftop had been correct - he really was exceptionally handsome. Her magic cunt throbbed with incredible need. She knew then that it was extremely likely that within a few minutes she'd be begging him to fuck her. Well, the least she could do was make sure it was on her terms.

He bowed, seemingly oblivious to her lustful stare. "Well, Narlissa. I am forever in your debt."

"Don't flatter me," Narlissa snapped, advancing on him menacingly. "My plan was flawless. I had it worked out to the last detail. Everything was to proceed smoothly, and had you not meddled where you didn't belong, it would have! You almost got yourself killed, and I almost lost my mark! All because of you, Anard!"

He took a step back, alarmed by her anger. "I am sorry. Truly. Is there anything I can do to repay you for my stupidity and recklessness?"

She stopped in front of him, staring up into his brown eyes. "Yes, Anard, there is. I am extremely worked up, and it is entirely your fault. My blood is racing. I need release from the exceptional tension you have caused."

He raised an eyebrow. "And just how can I help you with that?"

"How do you think?" she growled, then kissed him.

He grunted in surprise and didn't respond at first, but Narlissa did not let up. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and within a few seconds he had returned the motion. She moaned into his mouth and looped her arms around his shoulders. Their tongues battled and she pressed her body against him. His own hands went to her armour and she enjoyed the feeling of him undressing her.

Then she broke the kiss and started to peel off Anard's own clothes. Soon they were both naked and Narlissa moaned at the sight of his hard dick. She wrapped her fingers around it and then with a naughty grin sank to her knees. She was so horny she wanted nothing more than to suck his cock.

Anard groaned loudly as she closed her lips around his tip and she delighted in the way he threaded his fingers through her hair. She didn't break eye contact as she started to really pleasure him and soon his cock was slick with her saliva. Her fist passed over his shaft and she alternated between bobbing her head on his member and kissing down his sides.

After a few minutes he pushed her head from his dick and she grinned up at him naughtily. She climbed back to her feet and kissed him passionately enjoying the way their tongues fought before she broke away and giggled. She reached down and grabbed his hard cock to give it a few strokes before twisting round and bending over, placing her palms flat on the wall. She turned back to him with a grin.

Anard did not need any further hints. He stepped close to her and lined his dick up with her cunt and speared her in one easy movement. Narlissa moaned in pleasure as his cock sank deeper into her pussy and soon he was moving inside her.

Their pace was fairly slow at first but not lazy and Narlissa appreciated the rhythm. His hands moved to her hips, holding them firmly as he fucked her from behind. She could feel her breasts swaying beneath her and it did not surprise her when he reached around to grasp the swinging globes and give them a squeeze.

Soon his speed had increased and they were both moaning loudly at the incredible feeling of their sex. The sound of his hips slapping against her ass filled the room and Narlissa was glad that this place was out of the way because she knew they were being very loud. Not that she cared right at the moment. She was too concerned with how well this hot man was fucking her.

"Your pussy is going to make me come," he grunted suddenly and Narlissa moaned, throwing her hips back against him to encourage him.

He hammered his cock into her harder until he was really pounding her from behind. Narlissa loved every second and could feel her pussy tightening on his member. She knew she was close and from his grunts and heavy breathing so was Anard.

Then the moment arrived. She heard Anard cry out as he slammed his hips against her, his dick twitching inside her. Her own orgasm arrived at the exact same moment and her legs trembled as her climax exploded inside her. Anard's fingers sank into her hips as he came so hard he could barely think but Narlissa knew that was always the way with her magic cunt.

Eventually the moment passed and Anard eased his cock from her pussy. She moaned at the feeling, straightening up and turning around to kiss him.

Then he took her hand, leading her to the bed in the corner of the room. Clearly he intended for her to stay the night, and Narlissa had no objections. She was extremely tired. She sighed contentedly as she settled down beneath the blankets.

She was asleep within moments.



Narlissa and the Heist Ch. 05



Narlissa Quickhands, half-elf and master thief, grinned as she woke up. Memories of the previous night flashed through her mind. A night she had begun by getting her revenge on the merchant, and then finished by being bent over and fucked to screaming orgasm by an extremely handsome young man. In other words, a very good night.

And that same young man was now asleep next to her. She felt the familiar throb in her magic cunt and knew that she wanted to start this day as she'd ended the last - with Anard's cock inside her.

With that in mind she shifted and a smirk crossed her lips when she felt Anard stir at her movement. She reached out and hooked her fingers under the blankets and started to pull them down his body. He woke up as she did so.

"Morning," he murmured sleepily.

"Morning," Narlissa responded with a naughty smile as she pulled the blankets over his cock, which was half-hard already in the morning.

She leaned down, gently sucking his tip between her lips and enjoyed the way he moaned. His brown eyes went wide with pleasure as he met her own and she giggled onto his dick. For a few minutes she stayed that way, exploring his cock with her tongue and lips and she delighted in the taste of him and the way he moaned and writhed in pleasure at her work.

Soon however the ache in her pussy grew too great and she knew she wanted more. She climbed his body and kissed him whilst she threw a leg over his waist. She felt his cock pressed against her stomach and by touch alone she lifted her hips, angled him with her cunt and sank down.

She grinned as she took Anard in all the way, pressing her hips against his and enjoying the feel of him stuffing her full. Then she started to ride him, leaning down to kiss him as she bounced on his member. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and wrapped his arms around her waist.

Her eyes went wide as suddenly Anard started to thrust. His broke the kiss and grinned, quickly giving her tits a squeeze, then grabbing her ass. As his fingers sank into her hips he started to really thrust and Narlissa stared down at him with lust as her pleasure quickly grew. She could tell how close he was too from the way his eyes were wide and his body was tensing.

"I'm going to come, Narlissa," he moaned as his member hammered into her.

His warning was proven true seconds later as his eyes squeezed shut and he grunted out in ecstasy. Narlissa felt his dick twitch inside her. From the look of rapture on his face it was obvious he was coming extremely hard and moments later she joined him as a huge orgasm exploded inside her.

For a while they lay there pressed together whilst their climaxes overwhelmed them until at last their pleasure passed and Narlissa slumped down on top of Anard with a loud sigh of contentment. He grinned and she gave him a quick kiss before climbing from the amateur thief.

They ate their breakfast in pleasant and flirty conversation before Narlissa finally dressed and collected her pack. After a warning to Anard that maybe he ought to give up his dreams of adventurous thieving given how bad he was at it, she slipped from the warehouse out onto the street.

It was fairly empty at this end of town but she could see that the town itself was a hive of activity. A unit of the local county's guards were in town and were talking to the merchant who was frantically waving his arms around. Obviously one of his men had fetched them overnight.

Suddenly the merchant reached out and slapped one of the soldiers. Clearly he was very worked up about the robbery but Narlissa knew that wasn't the way to show it. She grinned as the soldier rubbed his face as if stunned at the insult, then promptly arrested the merchant.

With a delighted chuckle she threw up her hood and made her way inconspicuously back to the inn. She needed to collect Faeht. She found the inn empty of all drama as the merchant was arguing with the soldiers on the street outside. She handed a silver coin to the stablegirl who was on duty, collected Faeht's reins and then calmly rode her back out on the road past the struggling merchant.

None of them noticed her as she rode past which made Narlissa grin to herself. Soon she had ridden beyond them and turned a corner out of sight. She had to stop herself punching the air in delight.

She angled Faeht out of the town and soon found herself on the main road leading out of the settlement. Passing beyond the last of the houses she settled into her saddle as the trees grew on each side with a smattering of farmland. She did not know precisely where she would go but she knew it needed to be away from the town. Perhaps she would head back to the capital and find her old fence, Dominic. The gold she could just spend, but the ornate dagger she would need to offload somehow and he was the best person she ever knew for being able to help her in that regard.

The morning stretched out and she rode leisurely. She was in no hurry. She did not even bother leading Faeht off the road into the trees to woodwalk because she wanted to relax. As a half-elf her woodwalking talents did not come as naturally to her as they did to full elves so it was always a conscious effort to use the talent and at the moment she didn't feel like taxing herself that way.

After a while she decided to stop for a bite to eat. Leading Faeht to the side of the road she passed through the trees and came across a small glade. A stream bubbled through it and it was beautiful. She dismounted and patted Faeht on the head, letting the mare drink from the stream. Then Narlissa pulled some food from her pack and settled down to eat it, enjoying the morning and her success the night before.

Suddenly there was movement in the treeline and Narlissa stood up quickly as a figure rode into view on the back of a white stallion. She gasped when her eyes focused on the figure's face.

It was the elven mage! His long black hair was loose to his shoulders and he regarded her with his piercing blue eyes. Even as he advanced on her she couldn't help but notice how attractive he was.

Instantly her hand went to the pommel of her dagger and she reached up to grasp the pendant. However she did not think the invisibility would last long enough to fully make her escape but it might buy her some time.

"Wait," the mage said, noticing her alarm and raising his palms placatingly. "I mean you no harm."

She paused, unsure of whether to trust him. He had been in the merchant's employ - it was very unlikely that he wasn't still. Surely he had been sent to track her down?

"I am no longer beholden to that merchant," the mage continued. "Believe me, I am free. And you are to thank for that."

Narlissa relaxed slightly and cocked her head. "I am?"

The mage nodded and dismounted, leading his own horse to drink at the stream. Then he approached her. "Yes, you are. You stole the dagger, did you not?"

"The dagger?" Narlissa asked, playing dumb. She did not think it would be sensible to admit that when this could be a trap.

The mage laughed. "You do not need to be coy with me. I know you did. I can sense it on you."

Narlissa sighed, pulling out the dagger and offering it to the mage. She knew when she was caught. It would do no good trying to get into a fight with a powerful spellcaster.

"Then I suppose you are here to reclaim it."

"Not at all," the mage said, shying away. "In fact, I cannot." He met her eyes. "I am bound to that dagger. That's why I have been able to track you. It contains a piece of my soul."

Narlissa gasped. "It does?"

"Yes. That is how the merchant has been able to control me for so long. I mean, I'm not a thrall - I still have free will. But I cannot reject a direct order from the master of the dagger."

"So take it back!" Narlissa said, thrusting it towards him again handle-first.

He stepped away. "If I touch it, I die. So please, stop doing that."

Narlissa pulled the dagger back towards her at his words. "So what happens now?"

"Well, you're my master, I suppose. I am Tathal."

"Narlissa."

Narlissa struggled to take in what he was saying. She was now his master? He claimed he could not turn down a direct order and Narlissa wondered if that was exactly as it sounded. There were lots of direct orders she could think of that would be extremely useful to her.

But that was not fair or right. She hated the idea of having a master herself but also equally of being a master to someone else, especially against their will. She had to do something to help Tathal and she had to resist the urge to abuse the power of the dagger.

A moment's silence passed between them as Narlissa warred with herself before eventually she spoke again. "So how did this happen?"

Tathal sighed. "A long story. Suffice to say, I was tricked many years ago by a witch I thought loved me. She bound my soul and sold me into effective slavery. The merchant was my second master, having claimed the dagger as a debt from my original."

"What happened to the witch?"

Tathal shrugged. "I neither know, nor care. She is likely dead now."

"And is there any way to unbind you?"

"I am... unsure. Perhaps. I cannot take the dagger to study its magic myself, so I do not know. It is elven sorcery though, I am certain of that."

Narlissa considered his words. She did not want to be his master. She did not want to be anyone's master. The idea made her feel sick.

Then she remembered the elven village she had visited only a few weeks before, where she had met Aramil. That was not too far from here. Two days of riding, possibly even less.

"Tathal, I know of an wood elf village relatively close by. I would like to take you there, to see if they can help."

The mage's eyes went wide. "You would?"

"I would. I cannot imagine a worse fate than being a slave."

"Thank you, Narlissa," he said, stepping towards her and kneeling in front of her. "I am in your debt."

He bowed his head then stood up. Narlissa noticed his blue eyes rove over her body as he stood. He quickly looked away when she met his gaze.

"Tathal, if you want to check me out, you don't have to do it so secretly," she grinned. "You're a handsome man yourself."

He smiled sheepishly, evidently embarrassed. "My apologies, Narlissa. It's just that it has been a long time since I was in the company of someone as beautiful and as kind as you."

"I'm sure your lovers would object to that statement," Narlissa teased.

He glanced away. "I have not had a lover since the curse was placed upon me a decade ago."

"A decade since you last had sex?!" Narlissa blurted out, stunned. It hadn't even been five hours for her.

And with that her mind was made up. She was horny and Tathal was hot. Not only that but he was clearly well overdue a good, steamy fuck. Narlissa did not mind in the slightest being the person to finally offer him one.

"Well, let's not let that wait go on any longer, hmm?" she said sultrily, stepping towards him and peeling off her leather gloves.

The elven mage's eyes went wide. "Narlissa, are you suggesting...?"

"That we're going to have sex? Yes, Tathal, I am. But not before I've dropped to my knees and given you a blowjob worth waiting ten years for."

Then she kissed him. Tathal was so surprised it took a moment to respond but when he did there was genuine passion in his kiss. He wrapped his arms around her and pushed his tongue into her mouth.

Narlissa moaned into the kiss and immediately her fingers were loosening his robes. He did not resist as she pulled them from his body, revealing his hard chest. He was wearing pants beneath and she hooked her fingers beneath the waistband, guiding them down his legs.

He stared down at with lust and anticipation as she sank to her knees, hooking his pants over his cock, which was quickly growing hard. She moaned as it sprang free and looked up at him with a naughty glint in her eye, grasping hold of his dick.

Then she leaned forwards, enjoying his loud groan as she sucked him into her mouth. She loved the way he grew harder on her tongue until he was at full mast and then she started to slowly bob her head. She made sure the blowjob was slow and extremely luxurious. If it had truly been a decade since he had last been with a lover then she really needed to make this one special.

She giggled onto his shaft as he groaned loudly, pulling off to instead explore his sides with her tongue. She continued that way for as long as she could manage, making sure to use every trick she knew to really overwhelm him with rapture. The blowjob stretched out but eventually her horniness grew too much and she could take it no more.

She stood, kissing him and stripping out of her armour until she was naked. Tathal groaned and ran his hands over her nude body, paying particular attention to her tight ass and big tits. Then he gestured with one hand and his cloak lifted into the air and then settled onto the ground like a large blanket. Magic.

Narlissa took the hint, kissing the black-haired mage quickly before slipping down onto the blanket and spreading her legs to reveal her arousal-swollen pussy. He joined her on the blanket a heartbeat later.

He grabbed his cock and positioned himself above her, kissing her hard as he did so. Narlissa moaned as she felt his cockhead rub against her pussy and the moan because a sob of pleasure as he pushed inwards and his member sank into her cunt.

"The Gods..." he breathed, staring down at her with lustful hunger. "It's been too long. I had almost forgotten how good this feels."

"Then don't hold back," she moaned, pulling him down for a kiss. "Fuck me!"

So the elf mage started to do exactly that. He felt so good moving inside her that Narlissa could not help but sob into their kiss in pleasure. She stared into his eyes as they kissed, running her hands over his hard and sexy body. His pace was steady and she delighted in it.

Suddenly he pulled away and started to move his hips faster. He looked so good above her and she could see the lust burning in his blue eyes. She wrapped her legs around his waist and placed her hands on his cheeks as she grinned breathlessly.

Her cunt was narrowing on his cock and she could feel the pleasure boiling inside her. She was going to come soon. She started up at Tathal and could see he was close too.

Then the moment arrived. He bellowed out in pleasure and she saw his eyes roll back. He was coming extremely hard and she knew her magic cunt was to thank for that. The knowledge of how hard he was getting off was all she needed to push her over the edge and Narlissa wrapped her arms around Tathal to hold him tight as her own orgasm exploded inside her.

They rode out their climaxes for a while, pleasure overwhelming them both until at last she collapsed back onto the blanket and Tathal withdrew from her with a breathless grin.

"That was... even better than I remembered."

She grinned and stood up, starting to dress once more. Tathal did the same. After a while they were both ready and she mounted Faeht. As she guided the mare back to the main road she smiled to herself, reflecting on all that had happened. She had a purse full of gold, the merchant had got what he deserved and now on top of all of that she had two days of passionate sex with this hot mage to look forward to?

Life was good for Narlissa.

THE END