Skulduggery

by Logan Jacobs

  “How many people have successfully managed to ride the hippogriff?” I asked.

  Cimarra’s clear blue eyes peered up at me from beneath a set of dark lashes. The curve of her cheeks was perfect, almost like they were carved by the ancients themselves.

  “You are the only one who has ever managed the feat,” the beautiful dancer admitted. “Hundreds of men have tried, but they always failed. How did you do it?”

  “I’ve had lots of practice back from my days on the farm,” I laughed. “How about you? Have you ever attempted to tame the hippogriff?”

  “Never, but I could try and tame you,” Cimarra purred in my ear as she reached over me to grab a bottle off the counter behind me.

  My heart dropped into my stomach, and my mind grew fuzzy as vivid images of her astride my naked body pushed aside every other thought. I was in heaven, and the thought of Cimarra’s beautiful body made the pain inflicted by the hippogriff worth it. I was at a loss for words as my eyes became distracted by the dancer’s sensual lips.

  “So, how does a lowly farm boy like you end up in the Entertainment District with a bottle of forbidden whiskey?” Cimarra asked as she uncorked the crystalline bottle she held between her manicured fingers.

  The liquid contents were a cerulean blue, and it seemed to move of its own accord.

  I was hit with a strong wave of magic as the scent wafted my way, and I feared I might be sick, but I focused on the dancer’s face as I struggled to push aside the wave of magical sickness that had crashed into me.

  “It’s a secret,” I chuckled.

  “Ohhh, I like secrets,” she purred.

  I winked. “They are best kept with one person.”

  “Or shared. Then the two people are joined in conspiracy.” Her eyes twinkled, and they were almost the same color as the magic potion.

  “Two don’t keep a secret as well as one,” I argued.

  “They can if they swear on the ancients,” the dancer laughed. “The gods punish liars and thieves.”

  “How do you know I’m not both a liar and a thief?” I asked.

  “Well, I’ll be giving you the kiss, you don’t need to steal it,” she laughed. “But maybe you can steal something more from me?”

  “It seems like you are trying to seduce me, Cimarra,” I said as I stared into her eyes.

  “I’m not trying,” she giggled. “I am, my handsome Wade.”

  “Oh?” I asked as I raised an eyebrow.

  “Yes,” she purred. “I can see it in your pretty eyes.”

  “Your eyes are prettier than mine.”

  A sensual smirk spread across her lips. “Ahhh, that’s quite a tongue you’ve got there. Does it dance as nicely with other … things as it does with words?”

  “Your a much better dancer than my tongue,” I said, “but the answer to your question is yes.”

  Cimarra’s cheeks actually turned a light shade of red with my last comment, and her lips twisted upward as if she was struggling not to smile.

  “I think I do like you, Wade,” she finally said. “You don’t have to tell me about the whiskey. You can keep your--

  “I’ll tell you how I acquired a bottle if you swear on the ancients you won’t breathe a word of it to anyone,” I interrupted her.

  “I swear on the ancients it will be our little secret,” Cimarra said with a small smile as she poured a few drops of the mysterious concoction onto my wound.

  The deep gash healed instantly and left only a faint white scar that ran down the center of my previously damaged palm. I flipped my hand a few times to ensure it wasn’t a silly parlor trick, but whatever it was had worked, and my injury quickly faded. I wouldn’t need to don a pair of gloves after all.

  “Holy shit.” I gasped as I still couldn’t believe the magic that had occurred before my very eyes. “What was in that bottle?”

  “You were about to tell me your secret, and then I’ll tell you mine,” the dancer responded with a sexy wink as she leaned against the gray stone pillar behind her.

  “I’ll tell you after we enjoy a few drinks of whiskey.” I smirked as I stood and took her rough hand in mine. “Hopefully before your friends drink the lot of it.”

  I was surprised the dancer’s hands weren’t soft, but after the aerial stunts I watched her perform out onstage, I shouldn’t have been.

  She led me out into a cavernous hall where the party was already in full swing, and circus performers stumbled drunkenly across the floor. The hall was large and domed similar to the main part of the theater, but it was much smaller than the stage. The floor was tiled in a mosaic pattern, and flower garlands were draped across the ceiling in intricate patterns. There was a table filled with succulent food, and the smell made my mouth water. Thespians and dancers mingled as they sang and danced the night away in their drunken stupors.

  Cimarra was able to track down the bottle and took a few large swigs of the whiskey inside. Then the dark-haired beauty returned the bottle to me as she licked the liquid from her lips, and the clear whiskey reminded me of her crystal-blue eyes.

  Cimarra pulled me onto the dance floor and began to sway with the music. I matched her step for step, and our bodies could only be described as liquid. We morphed into one as we spun and twirled across the floor amidst the sea of bodies that gyrated around us.

  Other dancers tried to steal me away, but Cimarra blocked their advances and shot them piercing gazes. Her possessiveness might have been annoying, but she was the brighter sun amongst these dazzling stars, and I would have picked to dance with her over all the others anyway.

  Cimarra grew tipsy as the minutes dragged on, and the dance became more of a sexual experience. She teased me as she rubbed her ass on the front of my pants, and I ran my hands over every part of her scantily clothed body. Her movements were exquisite, and the dancer treated me like I was the one to be worshiped, rather than her and her delicious curves.

  Goosebumps formed everywhere on her skin when I touched her, and I knew she could feel the hardness of my erection when she pressed her perfect body against mine. I couldn’t tell who was seducing who, so that probably meant I was the one being seduced. Maybe I didn’t care. I didn’t want the fun of our little game to end.

  When the hall began to clear as circus folk took to their beds, Cimarra pulled me away in the opposite direction.

  “I know a place where we can have a little more privacy,” she whispered in my ear as she led me away from the rest of the group.

  “I didn’t realize a kiss required a private room,” I teased.

  She peered up at me with a wicked gleam in her eyes, which only furthered my arousal.

  “The Count never said the kiss was to be on your lips,” she purred, and I knew I wouldn’t get any sleep that night.

  I followed her through vibrantly colored hallways filled with mountains of supplies. There were stilts, podiums, ropes, and other things so bizarre I had no name for them.

  The dancer grabbed a metal lantern off the wall and opened a door which appeared to be a costume closet. It was filled with silk and satin gowns, as well as headdresses made from exotic feathers. The room contained anything a carnie might have needed for their ensemble and more.

  “A musty closet with no lock on the door is what you consider private?” I questioned.

  Cimarra lifted the edge of the dusty threadbare rug hidden beneath a mound of clothes to reveal a forgotten crawl space.

  “No, but the trap door in the floor leads to a room only I know exists. Why? Do you plan to make me scream?” she asked with a coy smile that told me she was anything but innocent.

  The girl dropped down into the space, and I followed as I closed the door behind me. The room was tall enough for me to stand up, and the floor was covered in mounds of old costumes I assumed were locked away down here when new ones arrived.

  I turned and wrapped my arm around Cimarra’s delicate waist.

  I pulled her into my chest, and she brought her hand up to my neck. Then t
he dancer pulled down my head and crushed her lips to mine. I pushed her up against the cool stone wall in the dim light, and our mouths began to move to the same beat. I opened her mouth with the tip of my tongue, and once I had a taste, I had to have more.

  My hands roamed her body, and I craved to learn every inch of it. Our tongues danced as her figure became one with mine, and my hands ravaged her as I relieved her of her skimpy satin gown.

  Her fingers gripped my hair with ownership, and I knew she wanted me as badly as I wanted her. I fondled her perky breasts, and she moaned into my mouth with a sound that drove my senses wild.

  I answered with a guttural growl, but as my fingers ventured lower, I stopped as they encountered the cold iron of her chastity belt. I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten that one obvious detail. She would be a virgin until marriage, and the way she teased me earlier was all part of her game.

  Well, she’d be a virgin until I was done with her.

  “Would you like the key?” Cimarra whispered in my ear.

  “I could always pick the lock,” I said.

  “Are you used to taking what you want?” she moaned.

  “Yes, and I’ll take you right now,” I said.

  She didn’t respond and instead swished her tongue to the edge of her mouth and produced a silver key between her lips. Where it came from, I had no idea, but it was the only answer I needed with her naked body staring me in the face. It didn’t take much to imagine the bulge the key formed in her cheek was my cock.

  I took the key from between her lips and inserted it into the lock in the front of her belt.

  The magic key had whispered to me before it disintegrated. It mentioned how I would open better locks than the one into the elven warehouse, and it was right. The lock I was about to open was better than anything I could have hoped for.

  I twisted the key, then the impenetrable edge of the unbreakable iron opened with a click. The belt clattered to the floor with a dull thud, but before I could pleasure her, Cimarra dropped to the ground and yanked my pants down to my ankles.

  She took my length into her mouth, and I almost came right then and there. She teased me as she licked and sucked me to the edge, but before I could finish I picked her up and laid her on a mountain of musty clothes.

  I rubbed my hardened cock along her abdomen as I reached back to feel her wetness for myself.

  “Ohhh, Wade,” she moaned as I dipped my fingers into her slick warmth.

  “I’m just getting started,” I chuckled as I began to work my fingers in and out of her.

  For the next few minutes, the only sounds were Cimarra’s moans of ecstasy and the wet sounds of my fingers sliding into her tunnel. Soon her cries reached their peak, and her body clenched and trembled around me as her climax took complete control.

  “Damn!” she groaned as she pressed her hand up against her eyes. “That was. Ahhh … Wade. Thank you.”

  I grinned. “Like I said, I’m just getting started.”

  “Lie on your back,” she ordered as she pulled her hand away from her eyes. “I told you I knew how to ride, now let me prove it to you.”

  “Sure.” My heart raced in my chest as I lay back on the clothes and watched Cimarra drape her elegant legs over my hips. Her pussy was dripping wet, and she grabbed the base of my wooden soldier, pulled it down so the tip aimed at the proper place, and then slowly lowered herself onto me.

  “Ahhhh,” we both groaned in unison when Cimarra sat down atop of me, and the feeling of her wet and warm tightness around my shaft was even better than I had imagined.

  Then she started to wiggle her hips back and forth like I’d seen her do during her dances, and I couldn’t keep the growls of pleasure from escaping my throat.

  Cimarra’s movements were amazing, and every sway of her hips dragged my tip across her velvety walls. I couldn’t even believe the sensations she was giving me, but the beautiful dancer almost seemed to enjoy the feeling of my shaft inside of her more than I did. Every time she gyrated, she let out a groan of forbidden pleasure, and her movements grew faster as her tunnel began to spasm and tighten around me.

  Then I knew she was coming, and I was coming along with her.

  “Yes! Yes! Yes, Wade!” she screamed as she ground herself down on me and began to shake.

  That was all I needed, and I raised my head slightly so I could see where the lips of her pussy devoured my cock. I spasmed, felt my balls tighten, and then she gasped as she felt me spray my seed up into her. We continued to quiver as we both enjoyed each other’s climax, and then we groaned and collapsed in a sweaty embrace.

  “You were supposed to pull out,” she sighed.

  “You didn’t tell me to,” I said as my head started to spin from the after effects of our lovemaking and the realization that I could have just impregnated this beautiful creature.

  “No, I didn’t,” she admitted.

  “So, are you complaining?” I asked with a cocked eyebrow.

  “No,” she laughed. “I guess I wanted it inside of me. I’ve never met anyone like you Wade. There is magic about you.”

  “Magic?” I asked.

  “Yes,” she purred. “I want to know more about your magic.”

  “I thought you wanted to know about my whiskey?” I asked as my heart started to gallop.

  “Fuck the whiskey,” Cimarra purred as she brought her lips to mine. “You poured the good stuff in my womb.”

  “That mean you’ll give me a child?” I asked.

  “No,” she sighed. “Wrong time of the month. I think. Anyways, do you want me to give you a child? We just met.”

  “I’m already in love with you,” I laughed, and it was the truth.

  “I can tell,” she purred. “You are still hard inside of me. Does that mean you can go again?”

  “You didn’t say you were also in love with me,” I said as I raised an eyebrow.

  “Fuck me a few more times like you just did, and I will be,” she whispered.

  “Deal,” I growled, and neither one of us slept that night as our bodies became one in the hidden room.

  Chapter 9

  I woke the next morning huddled beneath a pile of old clothes with Cimarra fast asleep by my side. I knew Hagan would lecture me for my absence, but I still hadn’t found a space where I could distill whiskey. I figured I would pick a few pockets on my way home and hoped that would curb his anger.

  I stood up, pulled on my clothes, and then Cimarra rolled over just as I was about to leave.

  “Leaving so soon?” she cooed, and her eyes begged for me to stay.

  “I’ve gotta go to work,” I sighed, but then my eyes trailed across the smooth skin of her perfectly formed legs and hips before they roamed over nipples and finally settled on the lips of her pussy.

  “Sure I can’t convince you to stay for a morning … breakfast?” she cajoled.

  “You are insatiable,” I laughed.

  “Takes the right lover,” she giggled.

  “Oh? Had many of those?” I asked.

  “Just one,” she purred as she winked a blue eye at me.

  “I still have to go,” I forced the words out of my mouth. “Maybe we can see each other tonight?”

  “I’d really like that,” she said, and her voice sounded sincere. “You should bring more whiskey. Other than your lips, I’ve never tasted anything finer.”

  “Not that easy to come by,” I sighed. “Do you still want to know about it?”

  “Hmmm,” she hummed as her clever eyes studied me. “You did promise to tell me where the whiskey came from, and I’ll keep the secret, but I’ll free you from that if you don’t want me to know.”

  We stared at each other for a few moments, and I recalled how we’d made love countless times last night and most of this morning. Each time, I’d climaxed deep inside of her womb, and she was either the best actress in the world, or she’d really, really enjoyed herself every time I did it.

  I sat down beside the naked dancer and dropped
my voice to a whisper. “I made the whiskey.”

  Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head. “What? How?”

  I could tell she was surprised by my admission, but I trusted her enough to let her in on my secret. I had no reason to doubt her, at least not yet.

  “I grew up out in the farms,” I replied. “My dad and I used to make it when I was a kid.”

  “Your dad?” she asked with a frown.

  I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly. “Yeah, but uhhh, I’m sure you heard about the orc--”

  “Yes,” she interrupted me, and her ice-blue eyes widened with sympathy. “You poor thing.”

  “That was a long time ago.” I shrugged. “But yeah, I know how to make whiskey.”

  “So you can make more?” she asked as she pursed her sensual lips.

  I nodded. “I plan on it. I have someone who can help me sell it. I was walking around this district to find a place where I could manufacture it in large quantities without my boss or the elven guard finding out, but then I got distracted by your show.

  “You could make a lot of money if you could sell it,” she stated, and then she bit her bottom lip slightly.

  “That’s the plan,” I said, and then we stared into each other’s eyes for a few moments. “Do you know of a place I could use?”

  “What do you need?” she answered quickly.

  “Needs to be hidden so people won’t find it, or I’ll get dragged in front of the elves and executed,” I started as I ticked off my necessities on my fingers. “Needs to be a spot that’s clean, or I can keep it clean and it won’t get dirty easily. Access to clean water would help, and somewhat controlled temperatures. I’ll need to cook a few large pots, so there has to be a place for smoke to go.”

  Cimarra tapped a finger on her lips as she pondered my question. Then her eyes gleamed, and I guessed she might have thought of something.

  “I think I know of a spot,” Cimarra said in a quick and excited voice. “The old elephant stables in the building behind the theater would be perfect. They are enclosed in stone walls like these, and no one uses the space. Everyone knows the Count would have them killed if they dared take it for themselves, but it’s my job to enforce that rule, so you are free to use it.”