by Eden Redd
“You fucking beautiful bitch! Daddy’s gonna come!” Wulf nearly shouted.
Ilsa continued her relentless suckling, trying to pull the priest’s very soul through his manhood. Wulf leaned back as he could no longer hold it all back. Cock bulging, spurts of seed burst from the tip, painting the back of the cleric’s throat. Moaning, Ilsa sucked it down as she deep throated his manhood to the hilt. The priest grabbed the back of Ilsa’s head and kept her there as he spurted a few more times. A flash of heat rolled up his chest and into his neck until the tension bled away and the priest sank into the pew.
The fairy took hold of the statue. It was slightly bigger than her lithe body but somehow, she managed to lift it up into the air. Clear wings beat faster as tiny arms strained.
Ilsa pulled her head back and looked up with adoring eyes, “That was wonderful. You’re amazing.”
Wulf looked down with drunken eyes, “You were pretty fantastic too.”
The cleric’s hand moved down between her legs as she stared at the priest sitting before her. Wulf’s hand moved absent-mindedly to his side pouch and opened the small flap. Fingers dug in until he touched pieces of metal. Pulling out a gold coin, he held it before Ilsa’s eyes.
The cleric’s expression melted from adoring him to a state of confusion, “You’re giving me a gold coin?”
Wulf looked down with a drunken smile, “A token of thanks.”
Ilsa stared at the coin and then looked up to the priest’s smiling face. A few seconds ticked by before her confusion furled into a storming rage. Wulf’s smile faded away as his inner thoughts came screaming back with the blood surging into his brain. Ilsa stood up and closed up her robe. Holding out a hand, white energy flowed up and formed into a glowing mace.
“You’re no priest,” the cleric hissed.
Wulf left the coin on the pew and held up his hands, “Now wait a second, I’m anything you want me to be.”
Ilsa growled as she lifted the mace up over her head. Wulf spun away into the aisle as the glowing mace smashed the pew to splinters. Backing up, the man in priest’s clothing kept his hands defensive. Ilsa stepped from the smashed wood and into the aisle. Behind them, the fairy floated and struggled with the elven goddess statue.
“No priest or cleric would ever give gold for prayer! We do it because it’s our sacred duty!” Ilsa’s hiss turned into a growl.
“I love your scared duty but it’s been a long journey and I wasn’t thinking…” Wulf said while trying to not smile.
Ilsa’s eyes narrowed, “What are Vala’s sacred commandments?”
Wulf looked away, “Thou shall not……break my legs?”
Ilsa stalked forward, “I’m going break your legs, arms and pelvis.”
Wulf’s smile slipped, “Breaking my pelvis sounds kind of fun in the right context.”
Ilsa’s mouth twisted into an evil smirk, “Stay where you are and I’ll show you.”
Wulf took a step back but managed to glance past the seething cleric to the fairy floating slowly. Ilsa turned her head to the side, eye drinking in the fairy as it hovered with the small statue.
“Thieves!” Ilsa shouted as she turned and burst toward the fairy.
The golden fairy squeaked before winking out of reality. The statue fell and hit the ground with a solid “Clang”! Wulf burst forward as the cleric’s free hand reached down to pick up the metal goddess. Throwing himself down, he slid across the smooth floor and snatched the goddess with an open hand. Pushing himself up to his feet, he continued to run as the cleric swung her mace, missed and smashed another pew.
Wulf spun, bent his knees and launched himself into the air. Body turning with liquid grace, he landed next to the altar with statue in hand.
“Thief is such a negative term. We like to be called rogues,” Wulf said as a 2D screen appeared next to his free hand and he tapped at it.
“What’s your name so I can ask for forgiveness as I break every bone in your body!”
The mock priest tapped at the screen before it blinked away. His hand reached over and touched his chest. The priest robe melted away and black leather appeared in its place. Leather armor covered his chest as a black cloak unfurled from his shoulders and fell to the back of his shins. A hood crawled up over his head and framed his face, covering his brown hair but not the golden lock on his forehead.
“Renner, Renner Wulf, at your service,” the rogue said with a bow and a slight smirk.
“Kneel before me, Renner Wulf, so I can beat forgiveness into that handsome face.”
The rogue let out a laugh, “I like my face just the way it is but thank you.” Renner pulled a large crossbow and aimed at one of the large stained-glass windows. “I wish I could stay to finish our evening but I have to go.”
“How dare you steal a rare holy item from our sacred halls! You’re a monster!” Ilsa shouted.
“I would be if I was stealing it for myself but I have a client that’s paying a lot of coin for this little beauty.” The rogue eyed the cleric as she thundered toward him, “You really are amazing and I take no joy, but gold is gold. I hope when all this is over, I can return the favor with my tongue between your legs.”
Ilsa stopped, her heart fluttering as the rogue aimed and pulled the trigger. The bolt flew across the hall and smashed through the stained-glass window, shattering it to pieces. The cleric clenched her jaw as she rushed the altar, but Renner was already moving. Despite the statue in his hands, he flipped with ease over the stairs. Running, he reached the bottom of the broken window and bent his knees. With an impossible push, he was airborne.
Ilsa stared as he flipped through the air and blew her a kiss before disappearing through the smashed window into the night. The cleric ran to the window and peered over the edge, past broken sharp glass. A cloak fluttered in the wind as the rogue pumped his legs toward the courtyard walls. Jumping up, he placed the statue in his cloak before his hands spread out and took hold of the stone surface. Ilsa gawked as he climbed with ease all the way to the top. The rogue glanced back with a mischievous grin before jumping over the side and disappearing from view.
“I’m coming for you, Renner Wulf,” The cleric said with conviction as she tried to fight the wet feeling between her legs.
Three
The road was empty, save for a lone cloaked figure and a glowing light by his side, walking along in the dark night. Stars twinkled like diamonds as the heavens slumbered on. Crickets played their song with the figure walking a rhythmic pace. The glowing flame to his right hovered around slightly, moving in closer to the man’s cheek before darting away with a wave of his hand.
“That could have gone smoother,” Renner said with a half-smile.
The glowing flame turned into a golden fairy, wings a blur behind her delicate back, “You’re the one that blew it. Your strange habit is going to get us killed.”
Renner looked on but the fairy floated before his eyes with her arms crossed, “Don’t ignore me! I could have snuck away with the statue but NNNnnnnoooooo, you had to pay her off when she was giving it away for free.”
The rogue kept his small smile, “Gylda, thanks to you we have luck on our side. Besides, you know how I operate.”
The fairy’s eyes narrowed, “No one knows how you operate. I’m starting to think you don’t even know. You pay so no one will fall in love with you but if you just kept your hand out of your purse, we wouldn’t have the Church of Vala coming after us.”
“Vala’s disciples won’t waste their time. They’re going to go after the buyer. We don’t even know who they are. If Vala is so powerful, she will guide them to the true thief. We just have to unload this, get our gold and we’ll be free.”
Gylda thrust her arms downward with tight fists, “You say that every time! If we are so free, how come half of Lukken is trying to kill you, especially Dulla?”
Renner’s smile faded and raised an eyebrow, “Dulla is a special case. I should never have stuck it in crazy.”
Gylda
’s shoulders shook before she closed her eyes and let out a long exhale. Floating closer, she lifted her hands and touched the rogue’s cheek, “You’re the bravest and most foolish master I have ever had. Your greed is almost as vast as mine but what are you going to do when it becomes too much?”
Renner eyed the beautiful golden fairy for a moment before a smirk stabbed into his cheek, “It will be too much the day after I build the largest castle ever and throw the biggest party Lukken has ever seen. I want everyone to talk about it for years to come.”
The rogue’s smirk faded away as his gaze took a sad edge, “And don’t call me master. You know I don’t like that. We’re partners.”
Gylda crossed her arms again, “You can’t pay me off to keep me at a distance with a stupid title.”
Renner let out a sigh, “Your people fall in love with anyone who frees you from your prison. A goblin could have freed you and you would have fallen in love.”
The golden fairy’s brow throbbed in contained rage, “A goblin didn’t free me, you did!”
“And per our arrangement, we are partners until the fabled day we retire,” Renner said with playful smirk.
Gylda floated for a moment before turning her back to him and hovered along, “You’re infuriating.”
“Don’t be upset with me. This score is going to add to the retirement fund. Let’s just play it cool and maybe we can take a short vacation. You like the Turtle Islands.”
Gylda turned her head but kept her back to him, eyes half closed, “Can we stay at the Dunloff Manor? Maybe take one of the guest homes on the beach?”
Renner nodded, “I’ll even get a case of that Fire Belly wine you like so much.”
Gylda closed her eyes and nodded. Then she turned, bent herself at the waist and kissed the rogue on the cheek before flying off. Renner kept his smile as the fairy bounced in the air, lighting their way. Her glow brightened, chasing away the darkness another few inches.
Gentle lantern light greeted the rogue and fairy as they walked along. In the distance stood an inn, several lanterns casting their beckoning light. Renner kept his eyes open as they strolled along. The closer they walked, the more they noticed shifty figures jostling about and crude laughter. Reaching the front, several men and women eyed the new comer and his little golden friend.
“Nice little fairy you have there. Does she put out?” A drunken man with a single tooth grinned evilly.
Gylda floated toward the drunken fool as he lifted a hand to grab her. Without a word, the fairy dodged his incoming open hand and darted at his cheek with a closed fist. Several pairs of eyes widened as the drunken man went crashing down onto the muddy floor. Then laughter rang out into the night.
Renner stepped up the small steps to the main entrance. Gylda spit on the drunk as he moaned and clutched his cheek. The fairy turned and floated along, the men and women still pointing and laughing at the fallen drunk.
The front doors opened and warm light spilled out. Renner stepped in with Gylda over his shoulder. The inn was packed with bodies, drinking and carrying on. As the doors swung back, the crowd grew silent and turned their attention to the cloaked figure at the entrance. A few eyebrows were raised while a few furled. The tension rose up a few degrees. Hands moved under tables and the world seemed to stop.
Renner fished into his side pouch and pulled out a few gold coins. Walking over to the bar, he placed the coins on the hard wood surface and turned around, a confident smirk painting his lips. A few people nearby eyed him, shoulders tensing.
“A round of drinks for my people!” Renner shouted.
The tension died instantly as cups and mugs rose up with a mighty cheer. The bartender pulled up pitchers as several people moved to the bar to refill their mugs. After a few pats on the back, Renner stepped away and through the crowd. Gylda floated along, dodging drunks as they didn’t even seem to see her, their eyes on the free-flowing ales.
“A round of drinks, sealed lips,” Renner whispered to himself as he moved to a door at the back of the smoky room.
Hand reaching out, he took hold of the doorknob. With a turn, he opened the door and stepped through, the golden fairly slipping in before it closed shut. A medium sized room stood with comfortable chairs and a sturdy table. Several lanterns gave the room a warm glow, lighting up a lone figure sitting in a darken corner, a glass of amber liquid in his thin hand. Shadows covered his face as he remained seated and motionless.
Renner looked to the figure as he took a few steps in and stopped at the table between them, “No hug?”
A gruff chuckle emerged from the shadows, “You were supposed to do the job quietly.”
“There were some unforeseen circumstances,” Renner said whimsically.
The figure moved, a pale, weathered face melting from the shadows and into the lantern light. Scars crisscrossed his face and head as he stood. Gulping down the last of his drink, the disfigured man in black stepped over to the other side of the table and placed the glass down hard on it. The chuckle had died and was replaced with an angry mask of disappointment.
“You let a cleric see you and you told her your name, which has to be the most idiotic thing you could have done.”
“She seemed nice. She was helping me with Vala’s prayers. In our line of work, we need all the good will we can get with the gods,” Renner smiled.
The scarred man slammed the bottom of his fist down on the table, “The Church of Vala is looking for you and the statue! They have a bounty for your capture but some highly influential lords and ladies have put a bounty out for your head!”
Renner kept his stance relaxed, “Sekker, baby, it’s all part of the job. I got the statue and ready to unload it.”
Sekker straightened his back, eyes glaring, “Don’t try to butter me up. Thankfully the buyer still wants the item but he dropped the payment ten percent as punishment for such a sloppy job.”
Renner’s smile ebbed, “You still have to pay me in full. This was a dangerous job, plus the cost of the priest robe, travel expenses and entertaining several beautiful ladies. I don’t work for free.”
“You were seen and they know who you are. My life is in danger simply talking to you,” Sekker growled.
Renner crossed his arms while Gylda stood on his shoulder, also crossing her arms, “Not really our problem. If I don’t get full payment then the buyer will have to steal it again after I sell it back to the church. I’m sure they will pay whatever they can to get it back.”
Sekker’s expression shifted from bubbling rage into a smooth glassy smile, “Now let’s not get crazy here. I’m sure we can work it out. How about we forget everything I said before and we just do the exchange at the agreed upon price?”
Renner’s smirk returned, “Sure.”
Sekker pushed away his cloak to reveal three full bags of gold hanging from his belt. One by one, he placed them on the table edge closer to him. Renner had done this dance before but found it funny every time. He would place the item on the table and Sekker would snatch back one bag, while making some excuse. It worked the first time but hasn’t worked since. The player thought there might either be a bug in the NPC learning program or Sekker was really stupid.
The rogue reached into his side pouch while a hidden inventory screen appeared in his vision. Unlike many other players who liked to flaunt their inventory before their avatars, Renner liked keeping his stuff secret. One glance and players and NPCs try to rob you. It was a cruel and fun dance sometimes, but not always. Mentally tapping on the statue, the rogue pulled it from his side pouch and placed it on the table.
Sekker’s eyes widened as he licked his lips. A thin hand reached out when a golden fairy appeared, fluttering inches from his eyes with a stern gaze. The rogue’s brow shifted into a hard V while trying to shoo the fairy away. When Sekker looked back down the three bags of gold were gone and the statue stood in the middle of the table.
Renner was still, as if he never moved from the spot, “Happy doing business. I thi
nk with this hard-earned gold, I might take a vacation until the heat dies down. Don’t contact me for a few weeks.”
The rogue bowed slightly, turned and made for the door. Sekker reached out and took hold of the statue. Pulling it back to his cloak, he cleared his throat.
“You don’t want to hear about a job that will pay triple what you just earned?”
Renner stopped halfway to the door.
Sekker nodded with a knowing stare, “You have great skills and your luck has been holding out so far. Maybe one more job before you take that vacation, hmmmmm?”
Renner turned and strolled back to the table, “I’m listening.”
“Details are a little vague but profitable. I would do the job myself but they asked for you specifically,” Sekker glanced at the fairy floating next to the rogue. “They say the job is real tough. But maybe having some luck on your shoulder, you can pull it off.”
“Sekker focus, tell me what the job is.”
The scarred rogue slipped the statue of Vala into his cloak and his hands reappeared, empty, “Burglar job in the City of Talon Guard. High paying but unlike all your other jobs, you have to meet the contact providing this job. They want someone with a talent for opening locks.”
Renner rubbed his jaw, “Talon Guard is a progressive dragon city. Everyone is on their best behavior because it’s the only dragon city accepting troll refugees. I find it hard to believe someone there wants something stolen. Its rich and the dragons there are making sure everyone’s needs are met.”
Sekker nodded, “They need discretion and skill. You have one of them but you will have to work on the other. I have enough dragon bounties on me as is but I believe you can do it.”
Renner stopped rubbing his chin, “You couldn’t do it anyway, and they want me, not you.”
Sekker’s grin disappeared, “Do you want the job or not?”
Renner pretended to ponder for a few seconds, driving the rogue across the table to become further agitated with every passing moment. Fingers curled into fists and right as the rogue was ready to slam them on the table, Renner opened his mouth, freezing the scarred man.
