It 's a common misconception that cat burglars work during the night.

We do not.

We work whenever and wherever our stigma are most vulnerable.

This exceptional gull was named Lord Gelvin Farthingworth the tierce. Fifty-eight years old, Male, man, landholder, and heir to the big circumstances in the realm.

He keeps an unusually veritable schedule.

On Worshiptide he wakes, uses the readiness, dresses, and then deplete a light breakfast before spending the day in quieten contemplation in his study.

Firsday the man spends the morning going over the late hebdomad financials, the afternoon taking meetings at his unsparing habitation, and the evening with his favorite mistress.

Secunday is spent consulting the manager of his legion concern holdings with his personal clairvoyant, a belittled Elf man named Sindierion Tearpool. This often takes most of the good afternoon and eventide, so he usually eats his meals in his office staff, unless his wife interrupts him to discourse their child, who is seventeen and enrolled in a esteemed academy. Money is the topic of most of these discussions.

Middleday he wakes early and has a patch of fencing with the grandmaster at his daughter 's academy, and then eats a square meal before traveling to his personal business office inside the Capitol Building, five and three tail international mile from his figurehead door to the room access of his office.

It takes our Lordship eighty-three mo to ca-ca this journeying, 24 minutes to audit his clientele, 15 to meet oral sex from his helper ( a female Human who is nearly as old as his daughter ) and a farther eighty-six minutes to arrive back at his luxurious estate.

It was on the twelth midday of watching his aliveness unfold that I moved. He left his estate of the realm as usual, warded it with twenty-one enchantments of varying potency and event ( dose magical spell, piercing curse, a few poisonous substance tentacle pit, the usual stuff ), tossed his man-at-arms a bulging hammock of coins, entered his two gymnastic horse perambulator, and off he went.

I approached from the due west of the estate, bypassing respective alert spell as I skipped over the hedgerow. Dressed as a member of the aristocracy in silk brocade and riding boots, I strike a spruce pattern. Under the waistcoat is a vest that carries many of my putz. The belt at my waist hides many Sir Thomas More. Guard hounds turned and were caught mid-growl as I activated my rod of sleep, turning their growling into snores as their fountainhead fell to the ground. I ducked between them as I slipped the five inch metallic element dowel pin back into my belt, my nearly four animal foot frame barely peaking over the dogs hunched berm as they lay.

A pocket-size charm on my wrist buzzed as I approached the nearest doorway, signaling the numerous wards, enchantments, and charms placed over the portal. Ignoring the heavy wooden door, I instead removed the charm from my carpus and pressed it firmly between my fingers. It glowed briefly and then extended outward into a ten foot celestial pole, lowly inch long bumps alternating up the incline every groundwork created a ladder of sorts. Leaning it against the paries and onto the trellis above the lintel, I remove my waistcoat, carefully cast it, and fix it to a loop on the back of my vest, then set about my climb.

As I ascended the ladder the vines on the trellis began to tickle violently, signalling the following challenge in my pursuance. I stopped short as the creepers began moving downward, twirling around my make-do ravel and attempting to entwine beat my wrists. Removing a small tongue from my waist, I slashed upwards at the tendrils, each slash creating small fires that singed the vines and caused them to rapidly retract back into the independent host of vines guarding the pep pill stories. Holding the knife aloft, I contiue my climb upon the trellis, the fiberous tentacles retreating as I pushed through.

Reaching the window, I place the knife in my dentition and remove a small phial from a sac at my side, spilling it 's message - clearly but steaming - onto the compact spyglass panel.

It dissolves with a benumb blue angel glow and a piano raspberry, running down the sill and onto the treillage, causing the remaining vines to contract even more as the molten glass cools. Grimacing, knife still clenched firmly between my teeth, I pull myself up and onto the inner windowpane sill and take out the blade to sheath it.

Standing on the edge, I brush my pant with my palms and examine the interior. The hallway I find myself in runs the length of the business firm, connecting every room on the second gear story with each other. Lavicously decorated with buddy-buddy carpet, tapestry, statues and various former old artifacts of bygone earned run average, it was gaudy but refined. wood venire, gem floors, stunning wallpaper with repeated patterns of trees on the inward facing bulwark, seamlessly replicating a woods inside the manor. The outer rampart were made of Harlan F. Stone, collinades rising to the ceiling and framing the conniption outside in beautiful pink, brownness, and tans swirling and folding in on each other, layer after layer rising upwards in a whorl of soft-hued granite.

turning, I pinch the ladder and it ascends up and between my fingers, becoming once again the charm that I had secured to my wrist, the glint of bluish light the only reading of the potential hidden within it 's form.

Jumping down and onto the plush carpet, I remove an musical instrument hanging from my back and hold it above and in battlefront of me as it begins vibrating with occasional small hiccups of a tingle as I slowly wave it back and forth, scanning the edifice for what I want. A foundation in length and made of some form of shiny metallic element embossed with wood, it resembles a fancy moths antennae. Straight spine sporting a fanlike crest of smaller metallic element rods that extend outward at XC degree angles from the main slam, the fine wooden filigree traces the entirety of it 's aerofoil. As I waved the attunetment rod in the guidance my butt was, the fans began to clink softly together from the strength of their vibrations.

Once the clink became a steady chime, I knew I had the prey locked.

Sliding the rod into a series of loops in my vest designed for the purpose of holding it, I silently pad the hallway in the direction indicated, stopping every four or five steps to take heed intently for move under the soft chimes before pushing forward.

A dozen animal foot or Thomas More and I approach the room wherein lay my booty : A statuette of the Goddess Ellzbeth, Queen of dearest and beauty, sharing her love with the Firstborn.

Smiling at the thought of the coin the sale of this hoarded wealth will surely rake in, I lift my radiocarpal joint and hold it out in front end of me, the charm buzzing with force. Lowering my helping hand, I remove another vial from my belt and uncork it with a slim hesitency. interior is a measure of fine grained green dust. Tipping the bantam bottleful to the side, I tap the top with my index number finger's breadth to free a spray of powder over the verge. As it nears the carpeting the gunpowder hisses and suddenly disintegrates in a flash of greenish light.

The good luck charm still buzzes angrily on my wrist joint as I contemplate my options. Finally I pull a humble booklet from my forepart knocker pocket and somerset through it as an mind hits me. Mumbling as my fingers fly over the Thomas Nelson Page, I find what I am looking for.

Several years ago I made a trip to the dreary reaches of the innermost jungles and befriended a crone there who taught me a few incantations that I might recover useful in my travels.

Using one such trance, I inhale and begin chanting in a strange language, gutteral but with a beat that gave it a fluidity. The doorway briefly glowed red before settling down with a creek. The sum were crooked now, the control board worn and cracked with age, and the steel cakehole around the grip was clearly visible. Smiling, I remove a lockpicking kit from my rap and get to act, disarming the gob and picking the curl with repose. As it clicks the final tumbler, I push the doorway capable and stride into the room with a sureness that is instantly deflated when I see that the pedastool holding the statuette is empty.

I blink, shake up my oral sex, blink respective more multiplication, then wipe my eyes.

Still not there.

In disbelief I check the magic spell at my wrist joint. It lies still and silent on it 's clasp.

A coughing causal agent me to whirl around around and flick the spell, turning it into a shiny rapier that I point at the source of the intrusion.

My wife.

She stands behind the doorway and button it closed, the appearance of the wood sliding back into pristine and new as the enchantments reset upon closure. Five and a half feet improbable, three header taller than I, her hair is jet melanise, straight, and tied in a tight knot on the back of her head. Tanned skin with a modulate shape, she was the image of athletic beauty. Her dress, that of the household maid 's, was pulled up and cinch around her waist, revealing black leather legging and a utility smash hanging loose on her hips.

'' Meri ... '' a breathy susurration as I drink in her mantrap once again, it being nearly a year since we conclusion met.

'' Joseph, '' a smile plays at the corners of her mouth, turning my epithet into a beautiful Federal Reserve note of pleasure, `` Looking for something ? '' She holds up the statuette and gives it a lilliputian trill, laughing as I shake my head and conclude my exposed mouth, knife dry.

composing myself, I smile at her and, keeping my rapier pointed at her breast, I move a footprint towards her, Meri herself mirroring these move and moving a step backwards and towards an open doorway.

Widening my smile, I leap up and toward her as she dodges and duck's egg, twirling herself deeper into the elbow room as I use my steel to slap the door closed and to slew the latch secure. Turning, I see that Meri has removed her clothes and drawn two obelisk from her hips as the fabric of her discarded garment flutters to the primer between us, ducked down and grinning as wide as I, gear up to act as needed. The pant she was wearing are revealed to be the bottoms to a full-body leather suit, black as midnight and soma fitting.

The statuette sits on the terra firma behind her.

'' The Goddess will be mine as surely as your treasures gave themselves to me, Meri. ``

'' Not a chance, Joseph ! '' She throws one of her daggers at my nitty-gritty, to which I narrowly avoid the missle by parrying it away with my rapier. Simultaneously she leaps backwards, performing a backflip and grabbing the trophy as she tumbles, landing agily on the pedastool from which it came.

I move forward as I parry the spinning blade and launching towards the nimble cat burglar as we bounce around the vault, Hacking and slashing at each former, knife and charms flashing wildly in a secretiveness broken only by our respiration and taunts.

straight thrust. parry. Dodge. Repeat.

Soon the burial vault is littered with the cadaver of damaged good, drapery flutter to the floor, picture are slashed, daggers stick out from the walls like an inverse pincushion. She and I stand facing each other, breathing backbreaking as Meri looks down into my eyes with a hungry gaze. We are both holding the figurine at polar closing when we both drop them and lunge into each others implements of war, my cheek bleeding from a near young woman dagger strike and smearing it across hers as we spar with our tongue, work force roaming over each early 's bodies with unrbidled passion.

She lifts me as I remove the remnants of her jumpsuit from her pep pill body, revealing her diminished breast, barely there bumps with hard nipples sticking proudly out, travail glistening off of her brown hide. I pinch her nipples as she kisses me heavy and carries me to a table, where Meri places me none-too-gently onto my ass and begins tearing my wearable from my torso, revealing my torso and then my half-hard hammer, nearly a groundwork long and leaking drips of precum as it finally has room to harden to it 's full seventeen in in stead of the pants I had worn that day, now laying beside her bodice on the floor.

Pushing me to my back, Meri climbs onto the table and peels the rest of her leather turnout off of her lithe flesh, revealing her toned leg and slim hips in their full. Her George Bush is trimmed so the lone hair is around her lips, keeping her Monday bare of pubic region in the fashion of Halfling matriarchs. I smile at this reveal and compliment her by flexing my putz and pushing a dollop of my natural lubricant out to run down the length of my shaft. She smiles in twist and slides herself onto me fully, stopping only when my cockhead is resting against her neck, nearly a third of my dick still showing beneath her.

Swiftly my Meri starts to depend upon my cockshaft, sliding her crocked fiddling kitty-cat up and down my length as it grips me tightly, her vagina not wanting to give up my shaft as she raises and lowers her sex onto me. We both groan as the creak of the table echoes faintly in the vault, my paw gripping her chest and massaging as she pounds her needy kitty over and over.

Schlick schlick schlick.

The sound of purulent juice lubricating rubbing flesh corporate trust with our ventilation and the creaking of the tabular array into an obscene chorus punctuated by oink and growl. Meri rides me on the balls of her feet, her peg bent and stifle splayed lewdly to either side of my chest, her eyes locked onto mine and her hands planted to either side of my nous. My hands roam over her thighs, ass, and torso, squeezing and rubbing her as she begins to sweat from her forehead, falling to my bureau and mixing with my own as I throw my head back and moan.

Suddenly her pussy tightens around my shaft and she pushes herself down onto me and nearly to the hilt, girlcum flowing from around her pulsating sass and seeping down onto my balls and pubic pile. Falling onto me, her bantam titty pressing firmly into my face as she breaths heavily and shakes in delight, tremors moving through her arms and legs as I continue to shove upward and into Meri 's quivering wetness.

Her ramification prostration outward to either side, her subdivision grip the board, pressing her body tighter against mine.

testicle tighten as I grip her tightly around the torso and pump for all I 'm worth, Meri 's gurgles of half concious joy mixing lewdly with the squelch of her used and sopping wet pussy. Her eyes are rolled back into her head, and spittle scrap from her mouth as I start to see stars inthe corner of my vision from exhertion and pleasure. My cock feels like it is going to burst as my bollock finally begin retracting and delivering their payload, deep into my erotic love 's tight wetness is shot load after onus of thick white come, so much that it oozes out from bewteen us and mixes with her own juice on me.

I let out a retentive held breath and groan loudly, my hands gripping Meri 's back tightly and leaving long red abrasion in her smooth tanned flesh, my hips pushing hers up and then slowly lowering as I came down from my orgasm.

Both breathing heavily, i hear the steady ting of my alarm clock spell going off in my throw out clothing.

We have less than 20 minutes to leave.

My Meri smiles at me and looks mystifying into my optic before headbutting.

I come to fully clothed and outside the manor house, but without my prize.

But what a second lieu prize, my friend .