Choose Your Chains (Closed for haremfaery)

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

The continent of Omoris is divided into three countries that are always at war with each other. To the east are the steep mountains surrounded by harsh deserts of the humans’ Weafirid Empire, ruled by the cruel Empress Pavić. Many Dwarves live in this territory, but so deep in the mountains, they easily ignore Pavić’s rule. Traveling west, you’ll find the forest and grasslands of the Kingdom of Norstina, ruled by the enigmatic Elven High Council. And the westernmost part of Omoris contains the smallest territory of mostly low hills and swamps: the Freeholds. Initially populated by mostly Gnomes and Halflings, it’s become a loose confederation that now includes Tieflings, Dragonborn, and Orcish kin who were forced from the lands as Weafirid and Norstina expanded, seizing more and more territory. While it’s not uncommon to see races outside their region, something like a Dragonborn in the Empire means they are either a servant, slave, or pretending to be one. Each territory tries to undermine the other, sometimes through open war, though just as often the conflict is carried out by saboteurs, assassins, and spies.

Cillian Heart, a half-elf born in Norstina, was one of those spies. The loyalty to his homeland led him to undergo surgery to have the tips of his ears removed so he could pass as human and infiltrate the Empire. He often uses mundane and magical means changes his appearance, but the ‘real’ Cillian is a tanned, wiry, clean-shaven man with short, jet black hair and clear blue eyes. He spent years providing the High Council with vital intelligence, until one day, Weafirid soldier burst into his safe house. They even knew about the secret exit tunnel. The only way that was possible is either someone sold him out, or another spy had been caught, tortured, and revealed the safe house’s location.

Now he sat in the dungeon shackled and awaiting execution. The door creaked open and he looked up, wondering if he's about to lose his head.

 

[haremfaery]

Two burly guards manhandled a petite Tiefling through the door. She was struggling as much as she could with her hands and feet shackled. Chains ran from the shackles to a ring in the iron collar around her neck. Even her tail was hooked to her collar to keep her from using it against her captors. The collar was inscribed with glowing runes that, much to the Tiefling's dismay and disgust, rendered her magic useless. She cursed at the guards in floridly descriptive terms in most of the languages of the known world.

They dragged her to the wall with little difficulty and chained her there. She was small for a Tiefling with pale copper skin and flame-red hair. Her horns were banded with gold and copper that became embedded as the horns grew. They had removed her other jewelry. Her clothing was disheveled. Her hair even more so.


She glared around the small cell as the guards left. She was angry. Angry at the guards who took her favorite earrings, angry at the contact that have given her bad information. He was either an idiot or had sold her out. Angry at the effete Lord Desimir who preferred boys. Angry at the thrice-damned collar that made her magic useless. But most of all, she was angry with herself for getting caught.

If she had use of her magic she'd burn them all. Burn the whole thrice-damned city to ash.

"What are you looking at?" She spat out in common to the human.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Cillian watched as the tiefling was chained to the wall next to him. He’d been about to speak when she spat, “What are you looking at?”

“A pleasure to meet you, too.” He couldn’t help but smirk, but then he had a determined set to his jaw when he said, “While you probably have plenty of reason to be angry, I’d recommend not directing at me.”

Cillian resumed prodding his shackles with the lock picks he’d smuggled in. It's difficult to detect when you hide sturdy wire under the skin along your radius about an inch below your wrist. Painful as hell to implant and retrieve, but worth it for situations like these. He abandoned stealth for speed. It wasn’t like she’d have anyone to tell.

Since being thrown in here, he tried to figure out how to get out without getting caught again. The tiefling might be helpful, though the feisty little hellspawn’s attitude wasn’t particularly pleasant. He could get her manacles off easy once he’d freed himself. The collar was a different story.

Magical locks were harder. Sometimes impossible, but if he could get it off her neck, maybe she had some tricks up her sleeve that could help get him outta here.

“So, luv, what can you do when you don’t have that lovely collar around your neck?”

His wrist ached and bled, but he continued working the lock. The Empire dungeons had upgraded to better locks since he was last in one. Or maybe they just used more complicated ones in the capital city.

 

[haremfaery]

"I'm not your 'luv.' And I could kill all the guards between us and freedom." She shifted to get a better look at what he was doing. "With the collar on, I can still fight, but I need weapons. The thrice-damned guards too my favorite swords. And my jewelry. They mean to cut off my horns when I'm dead--to get the gold." She swallowed. At least they hadn't tried to cut them off while she still lived. She was rather vain about her horns. Rather vain about her whole self. Perhaps she could seduce the guards into letting her go ...

He was trying to pick the lock on his manacles. This human might be able to get them out of here after all. She shouldn't have been to curt. "I'm sorry I was rude to you. I'm having a bad day. How long have you been in here? How much time do we have, d'you think? And why are you bleeding? Did they cut you?" Not that she could do anything to help. It looked fresh. Perhaps he had been brought here not long before her. She kept an eye out for the guards in case any came back this way.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

“Well,” he groaned, “I think if we can get out of these chains—“ just then the lock made a satisfying click. “Perfect.” He bent to reach the ones around his legs. “If you want something back, that stuff is gonna be hard to get to. There’ll be guards there.” The manacles popped open so much easier now that he could freely move his hands.

“Oh, and this,” he said, holding up his wrists as he approached her. “Small price to pay to hide lock picks.” He started working on her manacles, and they quickly popped open.

He hooked his finger under the collar, making it hard for her to breathe. Then he released her. “Kneel. I need a better look.”

He circled behind her. In the back, there was no traditional lock—just a diamond-shaped recess.

“Well, I can’t get you out of it with the tools I have. But there might be something where they put or stuff.”

He looked at her.

“You’re not going to like this plan. But I’m going to need to shackle you again—just your wrists. We take out the guard when he does his rounds. I’ll take the uniform. You’ll be my prisoner. It’ll let us move freer through these dungeons while we look for our things. “

 

[haremfaery]

Had they been in another situation, she would have balked at the way this lockpick ordered her around.

"No. I do not like this plan. We could just kill everyone who gets inn our way. But. As you say, we wouldn't get out things back." She took a deep breath. "Fine." She held out her hands. "Put the manacles back on. But make them loose, so I can slip out of them. I don't want to die because I had to depend on you." She did it again. Antagonized her only ally. Under different circumstances she could be quite charming. She smiled at him. "I'm called Desire. It would be nice to know that name of my new partner."

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

"I'm Cillian," he said, not looking her in the eye, but making a quick visual comparison of their wrists. Hers were far more slender than his. He grabbed the larger pair of bindings the guards had bound him in.

"You might not like having to depend on people, but you're going to have to, little tiefling."

He placed the manacles around her wrists, just holding them closed. "Oh, yeah, you could slip these easily. If you point your hands at the floor, these will slide right off. Desire, you have to promise you won't do that until I give the signal. Do it too soon, and we'll end up back in cells—that's if they're feeling generous today."

As he was planning and plot, putting all the pieces in place, what started as him just accessing her for his plan shifted in a more carnal appreciation.

She was defiantly his type. Small and spirited. After this…

Focus on the problem at hand.

"I won't put these on you until after we've taken out the guard." He set the manacles aside and grabbed her hands, inspecting them.
"Okay. You'll distract the guard when he comes in. I'll choke him out from behind." He looked at her hands again. "Can you throw a punch without breaking yourself?"

 

[haremfaery]

Little tiefling. It wasn’t as if Cillian was that much taller than she was. Her head came to his chin. His shoulders were broad but he lacked the bulk that most human males had. He had an exotic look about him with his skin the color of clotted cream and hair black as a raven's wing. But it was his eyes that fascinated her. Even in the dim light of the dungeon they shined like sapphires and twinkled with amusement. She wondered if his cock was proportional with his shorter height.

She shook her head. He was her only means out of this place and she was literally sizing him up like a mark.

“Can you?” She asked him. “Don’t worry. I can handle myself in a fight even without magic or weapons.”

She pushed the neckline of her dress off one shoulder exposing a tantalizing expanse of her pale copper skin. She inhaled and thrust out her chest. “And don’t worry abt my ability to distract the guard. Any idea how long before he comes around?”

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Edited to fix typos after posting by phone.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Cillian paused for a moment when she showed more of her skin. He started imagining kissing along her collarbone until he reached her throat. When she thrust out her chest, he was suddenly deeply curious about the skin color at the peak of her breasts. He’d never been with a tiefling before. He was suddenly very interested in finding out if it was any different from human and elf woman or that particularly enthusiastic pair of gnomish twin sisters. Though he did have concerns about the tales he heard about tiefling fangs, he could live without head.

Before he could respond, verbally or otherwise, the sound of a single pair of hard boots on stone echoed down the hallway.

Cillian nodded and stepped to the side of the door. “Don’t hold anything back when it comes to distracting the guard now,” Cillian said. “I’d prefer to be able to choke him out rather than lift his knife and stab him. A bloody uniform is less useful.”

Then the door started to open.

 

[haremfaery]

Desire moved swiftly and silently back to the wall. She moved as if she was just standing up when the guard entered. He wasn't one of the ones who dragged her into the cell earlier. Good. Then he wouldn't be aware of how she had been shackled.

She looked up at the guard and took a shuddering breath. Her lower lip trembled. "You haven't come to take me ... away?" Her eyes welled with tears. She adjusted her dress pretending to look more modest, but managed to show even more skin.

The guard looked her over and licked his lips. "Was just coming in to check." He stepped closer and started to look around.

Desire let out a sob and moved toward the guard. "They are going to execute me. Would you ... ? Could you ... ?" She took a deep breath showing more cleavage. "Make me feel alive one more time before they kill me." She looked up at him through her lashes. "You're so big and strong. I want to feel your big cock inside me. Make me scream with pleasure so I can forget for a little while what fate has in store for me." She slowly turned around and bent down. She raised her tail and wiggled her bottom suggestively.

The guard let out a low growl and stepped behind her. He pushed her dress up with one hand and fumbled with the ties on his breeches with the other.

"What's taking you so long?"

"Impatient little minx, aren't you?"

But she wasn't talking to the guard.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Cillian was expecting her to do something like this, but somehow he was still surprised at just how good she was at it. The guards in the capital city were the best trained, most trusted in the Empire. She had turned just effortlessly twisted one around her finger. She really committed to it, and Cillian himself almost bought that she wanted it.

I'm going to have to be careful with this one.

If they made it out of here, and she didn't plant a dagger in his back, he wasn't entirely sure what he'd be unleashing on the world. All he knew was that he was drawn to her like a moth to a flame, and just as likely to get burned.

"What's taking you so long?" Desire said, hiding her signal to him in what sounded like desperate pleading to be tumbled ruthlessly.

He snapped back into reality and emerged from the shadows like he'd been born to them. A graceful leap and he had his arm around the guard's neck.

Cillian wasn't the tallest man. It made it easier for him to move stealthily. But more than a few people had, to their own detriment, assumed that meant he wasn't strong. He was also scrappy in a fight and had very little scruples when it came to winning.

With his free hand, he grabbed the side of the guard's head and used it for leverage to enhance the chokehold. The guard couldn't speak, but it took anywhere between 5 to 20 seconds to knock someone unconscious this way, depending on the circumstance. 20 seconds might not seem like a long time, but when you're on the back of a large man trying desperately to kill you before you kill him, 20 seconds can feel like an eternity. Unfortunately for Cillian, this guard had a lot of fight in him. He threw himself backward, slamming the half-elf into the stone wall.

 

[haremfaery]

"Beshaba's Tits." Desire hissed before she turned and sprang at the guard. She punched twice to his solar plexus. No blood. No blood. She chanted to herself. She danced away from the guard's grabbing hands, then danced back and punched him again. This time she went for his throat. And danced away again.

If she had her magic, fire would be licking around her body as she moved. Instead, she felt as if something had been cut away from her. Like she was missing a limb. She kept trying to use it, but it was like trying to hold water. It slipped through her with no effect. Her speed and attacks weren't impeded, but she felt an ineffable loss as if she was wrapped in a cold wet blanket. The thrice-damned collar chafed her neck.

The guard was frantically grabbing for his sword. She danced back over. This was taking too long.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

A combination of Cillian's chokehold and Desire's punching dropped the guard to his knees before he toppled over. Cillian kept his arms where they were, ensuring the guard wasn't attempting to fake passing out. The half-elf looked up at Desire and said, "Thanks for the assist."

Right now, he was full of adrenaline, but he knew by the next day he was going feel where he'd been smashed into the stones. He rolled off the guard and started stripped off the uniform and equipment. With that done, he took the dagger from the belt and slid it into the guard's ear. No sense in taking chances he'd wake up. It wasn't a well-balanced dagger, at least not like his knives.

"Keep an eye on the door," Cillian said as he stripped quickly. He needed to be fast if they'd have a chance of getting out of here before the next prisoner count.

It wasn't until he was pulling on the guard's pants that he realized he'd given her a full display of his body. That was unless she focused all of her attention on the door as he'd ask.

It wasn't like he ever really bothered with things like shame or modesty. He just preferred to be nude in front of a woman as he was about to throw her down and take her.

His whole body was tight, sinewy muscle. It gave him strength but not the bulk that would impede the liquid grace he used to attack the guard. There were a few scars from some scraps he'd gotten into, but he always walked away, and his opponent regretted their life choices if they had any life left in them.

But he began to wonder about her thoughts on his manhood. Unaroused, he looked well below average, even for a half-elf. But he'd surprised many a lover when, after a little stimulation, it became evident why he had fears about Desire's fangs. Toothy blowjobs had always been a problem for him. Length increased as well, to a bit above average, but it had always been the girth that caused the look surprise on his past lovers' faces before he tumbled them. One of the gnome twins downright refused to try it, but she seemed satisfied with Cillian's skilled tongue.

If everything went well, he might be able to see Desire's reaction.

The guard was slightly bigger than him, but nothing a little rolling of the pants now stuffed into his new boots and tightening of a belt wouldn't fix. At worst, someone might have thought a guard had recently lost weight. As he finished cinching the sword belt, he looked up at Desire.

Had she been staring?

"Okay, when we are out there, you cannot be defiant. If you struggle like you did when the guards first brought you here, someone might think I need help keeping you under control. You need to look scared of me like at any moment I could snap that pretty little neck of yours." As if to emphasize his point, he put his hand on her throat, just for a brief moment and just the barest squeeze. Then he threaded a chain through the loop on the glowing collar. He left the chain between her loose manacles and her collar longer than it should be if he wanted to restrain her.

"If things go sideways on us, you can use this chain as a weapon. Though, don't go using it on me. I may need to be a little rough with you to sell it. But I promise nothing I do will leave any permanent marks. And trust me, anything I might do would look like mercy compared to what they would if they caught us."

Then he stepped back from her, admiring his handiwork. He couldn't deny she looked good in chains. "Do you think your acting skills are up to the task. You almost had me convinced you wanted that guard to take you. But that was desperation and being a horny little bitch. Can you do scared and crying?"

 

[haremfaery]

Desire moved quietly to the cell door. She kept one eye on the corridor and one eye on Cillian. She had to admit, she was curious about him. How he came to be locked up. How did someone with his obvious skills get caught in the first place? But for now, she was just curious about his body. He was a lot stronger than he looked the way he took down the guard. Seeing him shirtless--and pantless, she understood. He was all lean muscle. Not an ounce of fat on him. Like a dancer or acrobat. Nice ass, too. His cock, although she only got a brief glimpse, was a bit of a disappointment, but he seemed the type who could more than compensate. He had clever hands after all, the way he picked the locks.

She listened to his lecture on how she should act. She was about to make a smart remark, but he put his hand on her throat and a shiver went down her spine all the way to the tip of her tail. There wasn't time for her to consider what caused her to react that way.

"... Can you do scared and crying?"

She gave him a sneer. Then she sniffed as her eyes teared up. Her lower lip trembled. Her shoulders and tail drooped. "Please don't hurt me," she whispered. A real tear slid down her cheek. She looked down then up at him through her lashes. "I'll do anything you wish--just don't hurt me."

Her head snapped up and she smirked at him. "Good enough for you?"

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

"I'll do anything you wish." Damn. She was good.

In his mind, he knew she was acting, but his body still fell for it.

"That will do," he said as he turned away from her to make a slight adjustment to his manhood, hiding it as though he was just shifting his belt. Turning back to her, he grabbed the chain leading to her collar.

"Let's go."

He didn't wait for a response before he opened the door and pulled her into the hall. He worked his way through the passageways. A set of guards passed them without a second glance. Not at him, at least. Turning around to see how they looked at Desire could give them away. Had something gone wrong, he was sure she'd let him know.

Then he came up to the turn just before the room they stored the prisoners' possessions, at least before they sold them. He unsheathed the dagger he used to kill the guard and slipped the blade up his sleeve. He kept hold of the sheath.

"Keep up, whore," he said. Then he gave Desire's chain a forceful pull. Enough to make her stumble, but hopefully not pull her off her feet. The guard outside the door looked up at him. Cillian nodded to him and said, "Some idiot didn't properly search her. I was giving her another once over," Cillian gave a wink. "you wouldn't believe what I found strapped to her thigh. I'm guessing she's got a dagger hidden on her somewhere."

Cillian dropped the sheath on the table. "Can you toss that in storage and then I need someone to hold down while I do a more thorough search." Cillian made sure to give his most lecherous grin. The guard snickered, unlocked the door, and tossed the sheath in. It clattered to the floor, joining a pile that included Cillian's daggers and boots.

Patience

He handed Desire's chain to the guard, who pulled her face down on the table. Cillian started slowly lifting her skirt, making his best show of it. As much as he wanted to, he wasn't going to lift it all the way up.

Patience

He only raised the hem enough, so the guard was paying more attention to the skin of her thigh than he was to Cillian. That's when Cillian let the dagger slip into his hand.

He sprang up and drove the dagger up under the man's chin, aiming for towards the spine, severing his windpipe so that only a wet gurgling sound escaped his lips. As the guard dropped to the ground, Cillian spun Desire into the storage room, tossing her the chain to her collar. Then he dragged the guard's dead body in.

They needed to get out quick before someone found the dead bodies.

"Grab your gear and give it to me. I'm marching you out of here."

Without waiting for her to respond, he grabbed a pack on the wall. He tossed his daggers and cloak in.

With the right command word, the daggers could be poisonous, wreathed in flame, or return to your hand. They might have had other abilities, but he hadn't had time to ask the previous owner about them. Knife fights to the death don't tend to be the best time to exchange information. The boots had cost him more than he made in a year, but soundless travel and levation were worth it. He wanted to slip them on now, but the black and silver would be noticeable since the guard here wore brown boots.

Cillian found a small ring of oddly shaped keys hanging above collars like the one Desire wore. There were at least twenty.

"I will try to unlock you once we've reached my safe house. Until then, keep playing the frightened prisoner. So, where's your stuff?"

 

[haremfaery]

Desire slipped the manacles off as she searched. She found her two swords and belt in a rack with other weapons. It was like reuniting with old friends. She handed them to Cillian reluctantly. But so far the plan was working. She had to maintain the ruse as much as she hated it.

Miscellaneous jewelry was in a small box on a table. There wasn't time for her to fish through it to find what was hers. It was small enough to take with them. She stuffed the box into the pack. There was a pile of random clothing, mostly men's, in a corner. She found a dress, and leather breeches and jacket, and a pair of boots that looked like they'd fit her well enough. Her current dress wasn't fit to travel in.

She looked around to see if there was anything else worth taking and saw Cillian shifting impatiently. They had to get out of here. She handed him her chain. "Lead on. I hope you know a place where we can hide, otherwise, I might be able to barter a room in a brothel for us."

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

He was suddenly tempted to forget the location of his safehouse. This was a private one he kept in the city; no other spies might use. It was harder to get to, less nice, and less well-stocked, but it was safe. It'd be a tight fit with two people, but it wasn't like he found the thought of brushing against Desire unappealing.

He walked her through the halls, leading her by the collar. When they were in a long corridor with no one around, he slowed down and asked, “What exactly would you be bartering with at a brothel?”

 

[haremfaery]

Desire rolled her eyes. “Your false naïveté is unbecoming. I’ve spent time in some harems." She said it as if that should explain everything. But his look made her elaborate. "I dance I sing and, most obviously, I fuck." She made a quivering motion with her tail. "If you haven’t noticed, tieflings are rare in this kingdom. Makes humans feel real manly fucking tiefling slaves who don’t have a choice." She thought she heard something and paused, then shook her head.

"I’m sure you know it helps to have friends in low places. Working in a brothel is a good way to learn things. Most men with tell you anything after sex."

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

"Oh, no, I meant if you're playing my slave and not a brothel slave. Wouldn't I have to sell you to them or something?"

Even though they were conning their way out of here, something about that didn't sit right with Cillian.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "I've got a safe house anyway. It's a little cramped, but it's got clean water and a bed. We could try to get you free of this," he said, pulling on the chain, "once we're there."

Once he used it, it'd be too compromised to use again, but he was probably not coming back to this city. He was burned. Enough people here, even in a big city, would know who he was it wouldn't be safe or prudent to stay.

 

[haremfaery]

"Oh." She thought for a moment. "I worked in Paradise Alley when I first arrived. You know, Jenny's place? She wouldn't ask questions if I told her it was your kink. You're some second son come to sow some oats in the capitol. We've been living high for the past few weeks until you lost at gambling. Now I need to earn us some money so we can either pay it back or skip along home to your fine family where I'll be your mistress."

She cocked her head, still wary about someone coming upon them. "Unless you think your safe house is the better option." She had to admit that whoring herself out wasn't her favorite idea, but they needed money. Money always smoothed the way.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

Damn. She’s good at this. She had that cover figured out quick. Who are you, Desire?

“Safehouse. Less chance a real guard will come for a visit and recognize you. Come on. You’re MY slave.”

He gave her a little less slack on her chain and marched her through the halls, past a few more guards. Cillian had learned long ago that if you look like you know where you’re going and walk with purpose, most people will leave you be. When he reached the prison’s front gate, he looked to the guard and waited for a minute. They both stared at each other.

“Well, open the damn gate. I don’t have all day,” Cillian barked.

“Where are you taking her?”

“This one’s getting sold to Paradise Alley.”

The guard eyed them suspiciously for a moment before opening the gate.

“Get moving whore,” Cillian hissed before giving the chain another forceful pull. He kept her close as they moved through the city streets to one of the less reputable neighborhoods. He came to a small apartment and put his ear to the door before opening it. It didn’t look that bad. Then he put his finger into a crack on the floorboard and pulled up a trap door.

“Head down.” He handed her the chain and then closed the trap door behind them.

When he described it as cramped, he wasn’t kidding the safehouse looked more like a hall. The ladder came down in the middle. On one end was a small mattress and, on the other side, a water basin. There were a few shelves and a cabinet. But that was it.

“Home sweet, home. I figure, we wait down here and work on getting that collar off you. Then we escape the city at night. But once we find the right key, we’re gonna need to put it back on you as we leave the city.”

 

[haremfaery]

"You're the master." Desire said sarcastically. She set her manacles down quietly. Happy to be rid of them. She adjusted the collar. Not only did it dampen her magic but it was damned heavy and uncomfortable. She'd probably have chafe marks.

She sank gracefully onto the mattress and pulled her hair out of the way. "Get this thrice-damned thing off me."

She frowned a moment. There wasn't any light source down here, but Cillian didn't seem to mind it. She narrowed her eyes. "Cillian? Who are you really?"

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

“‘Cuse me,” Cillian said, as he made sure she was lying face down at the center of the mattress. Then he straddled her back, being very careful not to put his full weight on her.

He started trying the various keys and snickered, “I’m just your friendly neighbor pick-pocket.”

He had tried about half of them, and he said, “Who are you, Desire? You can dance. You can sing. You’re one helluva an actress.” There was a slight click as the collar sprang open. “Oh, yeah, and you can fuck.” He stood up, but he was still hovering over her.

 

[haremfaery]

She moaned audibly when the collar released. She shifted onto her side and stretched her arms over her head. It felt glorious to be free. "Mmm. Thanks." She looked up at him. "I'll tell you my story if you tell me yours." She gave him a grin and showed her flattened teeth. "I have some questions for you, but start by telling me if you can fuck." Now that they were safe and all the shackles were gone, she felt an overwhelming need. She reached for his belt to pull him down to her.

 

[HeyYoureThatGuy]

No fangs! Thank the gods! I thought I was going to have to work a lot harder than this.

Cillian wasn’t going to complain. His cock instantly responded to her invitation and pressed into her wrist as she pulled him down by the belt he’d high jacked from the guard. Unbuckled the belt and let his manhood spring free. Then he was on top of her. Using the same skills he would to pick a pocket—misdirection, distraction, and swift hands—he snuck his hand in between her thighs and started drawing his finger up and down her slit.

His face above hers, he whispered, “I have yet to hear any complaints about my performance.”