by Eden Redd
“You can’t be serious,” Vass said sarcastically.
Renner nodded, “Oh but I am. This is a big job and you both have your parts to play. I need to be sure what I heard was not just reputation but actual fact. This job is a big risk and I only want the best. If you want in, you have to pass the test.”
“What the fuck is the test?” Rekt growled enough to shake the table.
“Glad you asked my green friend, I have hidden a large sapphire and ruby among the patrons here. You each have three minutes to find the gems and bring them back to me. Vass, you get the sapphire. Rekt, you get the ruby.”
Vass let out a sigh, stood up and walked toward the crowd by the bar. Renner and Rekt watched as the elf with the hour glass figure seemed to blend in. Renner’s eyes narrowed as he tried to keep track of her only to lose the elf among the gathered patrons. Stretching his neck up, he tried to find the sneaky elf only for her to re-emerge from the crowd and saunter back to their table. As she sat down, her wrist flicked forward and a large sapphire tumbled to a stop in front of the rogue.
“A little too easy,” Vass grinned and tilted her head to the bar where a big breasted elf laughed with a group of patrons.
“How did you know?” Renner asked with a smirk.
Vass leaned back, “Your eyes betray you. You couldn’t keep your eyes of my breasts so I assumed you must have convinced the biggest breasts in the room to hide it for you.”
Renner reached out and with a finger, pushed the sapphire to Vass, “First of many payments.”
Vass grinned as she snatched up the gem.
Rekt gave an evil smirk as he stood up. Renner and Vass watched as the orc moved to the middle of the room. His presence was dominating as nervous eyes twitched and turned to him. The orc gave the room the once over before taking in a deep inhale.
“Empty your pockets! Now!” The orc shouted with the force of a hurricane.
Renner and Vass tried to hide their smiles as the crowd stared at the orc for the space of a moment before controlled chaos stormed through the room. Patrons empty pouches and purses onto the floor. Gold, jewels, potions and daggers all fell out or were placed on the wooden floor. Rekt eyed the treasures until a fat ruby rolled out with several gold pieces. The orc reached down and picked it up. He turned and stalked back to the table, sitting down but not placing it down. Instead he put it away and chuckled deeply.
Wild eyes looked over to their table, uncertainty painting their brows.
Renner lifted up a hand to signal the bar keeps, “Three rounds of drinks for the crowd.” The rogue then turned his attention to the frozen crowd, “It’s okay, he had a bad break up. Pick up your things. It’s not a robbery, I repeat, it’s not a robbery.”
Patrons eyed the orc as they reached down and gathered their items before grabbing drinks from the bar. The mood lightened as ale flowed and casual conversation filled the room.
“You have to be the worst rogue in Lukken,” Vass grinned.
Rekt took a sip of ale before placing the cup back on the table. “But my intimidation skill is through the roof,” the player chuckled.
Renner took another sip, “We have our team. Let’s go someplace a little more private.”
The rogue stood up as did his compatriots. Renner led the way to a side door by the kitchen. With a nod to one of the bar keeps, she nodded back as she filled a set of cups with brown ale. Renner took hold of the knob and opened the door. A stairwell led straight down and the glow of torches flickered with warm light. The rogue began his descent with his fellow rogues following.
The basement was filled with giant barrels of mead and ale. A wine rack took up a wall and a table with a few chairs stood in the middle. The ground was dirt with rat tracks crisscrossing along the basement floor. Renner moved to the table and took a side. Vass and Rekt stood at the table opposite one another.
The rogue reached into his cloak and pulled out several scrolls. Unfurling, he placed them on the table. Vass pulled out several small daggers and stabbed at the corners to keep them from furling back. Drawings of rooms and floors spread out before them.
“These maps are the best our benefactor could provide. They are to Sun Fire castle, just north of Talon Guard.”
Rekt crossed his meaty arms while Vass let out a whistle.
“We’re stealing from a dragon?”
Renner nodded.
“Dire mages,” Rekt said simply.
Renner nodded again, “I know, I know but the reward will be worth your time. There are two books we have to procure from the dragon’s inner collection. The maps are from a few years ago so they’re not up to date.
“Tomorrow night, Lord Shallor is throwing one of his monthly sex parties. Only Talon Guard’s elite are invited. Once we are inside, we have three objectives we have to meet and then get the hell out of there.”
“How are we even getting in there? I like to think I’m one of the elite but I haven’t received an invitation,” Vass said with a sassy edge.
“The invitations are coming tonight. The three of us are going in as art dealers,” Renner pulled out two scrolls and handed one to each. “Know your parts by the time we reach the gate.”
Rekt’s green brow furled as he read his scroll, “Flamboyant and appealing to the males in the room? I’m not gay?”
Renner smiled, “You don’t have to sleep with anyone. Just use those muscles to attract the guys and maybe even Shallor himself. He has his appetites but he seems to prefer the bulky strong types. Think you can handle it?”
Rekt grinned.
Vass’s eyes moved from left to right, “I’m your assistant? Why can’t you be my assistant?”
“It’s already in play that I’m the art dealer from Canvorr city. Our benefactor needed to set up my background so it would reflect on the invite.”
Vass put the scroll down, “Whatever, are we wearing disguises?”
Renner shook his head, “Only a change of clothes. Since we have never been to the party or met with Shallor, our faces should be normal.”
Renner was about to continue when a golden fairy slipped from his neck and fell out of his hood. Hand blurring up, he caught the dazed fairy as she rubbed sleep from her eyes. Vass and Rekt looked down at the sleepy fairy and then back up to Renner.
“You have a luck fairy?” Vass said in astonishment.
“I feel better about the job already,” Rekt said with a toothy grin.
“My name is Gylda,” the fairy growled as her wings beat, hovering in the air.
Renner continued, “Now that we have all met, let’s get down to business. As I mentioned, there will be three objectives we will have to meet if we are to be successful. One is distraction.
“Rekt, you are to mingle in the party, trying to get as many eyes on you as possible. When I give the signal, you have to go violently berserk. It’s important you don’t kill anyone, just rough them up. Once you start, be as brutal as you can but also try to get away. They may just throw you out or they my lock you up. Please try to get thrown out or we will have to do a rescue mission.”
“It wouldn’t be the first place I was thrown out….or the last,” Rekt nodded.
Renner nodded and continued, “Objective two, stealth and scout. Once the distraction takes place, Vass and I will make our way to the lower levels of the keep. It’s important that we remain unseen the whole time. Vass, you will provide distractions should we be caught or need the rescue missions. I’m banking on neither, so once we reach our objective, you have to watch my back.”
“Easy enough,” Vass said with a faint smile.
“Three, there are rumors that the dragon’s private collection is behind several high powered magical locks and vaults. The exact number is unknown so it may take some time and work to get into the collection. Once we are in, there are two books we must find.”
“What’s the exit strategy?” The elf asked.
“I’m working on it but trust me, it’s going to be a good one,” Renner smile
d as his hand went into a side pouch.
Hand closed, Renner lifted up his arm and uncurled his fingers over the table. Three cuff earrings fell onto the middle, “To stay in contact, these are magical communication ear cuffs. They attach to your ear. You have to touch it and whisper but we will all be able to hear each other.”
Renner eyed his comrades as they picked up an ear cuff and placed it in their inventory, “I won’t lie, there’s a lot of potential for something to go wrong. Now’s your chance to back out, I won’t think any less of you.”
Vass leaned forward a little, “This sounds like fun. I’m in.”
Rekt kept his meaty green arms crossed, “I’m in.”
“Glad to hear it. One last thing, it’s important that we don’t kill anyone, especially any dragons. We are free to defend ourselves but dragon killing is off the table. If it happens, our benefactor will be coming after all of us and the reward will be null and void.”
“A challenge it is,” Rekt nodded.
“Got it, no dragon killing,” Vass said with an air of indifference.
“Alright, you each have a room upstairs. Tonight, we relax but tomorrow evening is go time.”
2D glowing screens appeared before the three players asking for party acceptance. The three players tapped the “Accept” button and instantly they were connected. The 2D screens faded from sight as Rekt headed for the stairs. Renner began reaching for the scrolls. Vass pulled up her daggers as Renner let the scrolls curl, picking them up one at a time. When the table was clear, the rogue and elf stepped over to the stairs and climbed them to the main room.
Patrons had broken out into song while drinks spilled from their robust swaying. The room was filled with drunken revelry and Renner moved into the crowd. Rekt was at their previous table with a new pitcher of ale and a thicker wooden cup. Vass moved to the bar, calling the bartender’s attention.
Renner pushed through the happy creatures to a small table off to the side. A thin man sat, eyes lost until Renner stepped up to him. The rogue pulled out two sealed scrolls and handed them to the thin man. The man took them and placed them in a pouch hanging from his shoulder. The rogue pulled out a few gold coins and pressed them to the thin man’s hand. With a simple nod, the man was up and through the door without a word.
Renner had a touch of electric excitement fluttering in his stomach. Turning back to the crowd, he could feel Gylda hiding under his hood by his neck. She pressed her tiny body to his flesh.
“Feeling a little anxious,” Renner said in low whisper.
“I can help you with that,” Gylda said into his ear with a mischievous tone.
The rogue smiled as he walked to the stairs. On the second floor, he made his way to his room. Closing the door behind him, Gylda flew from the cover of his hood and hovered over the bed. Renner pulled back his hood as a light swirled around the golden fairy. In a flash, Gylda fell from midair and landed on the bed, the size of a normal person. Golden skin glittered in the room’s low light and she gave her partner a wicked smile. Clear fair wings blurred a few times before becoming still.
Legs swinging over the side of the bed, Renner got an eye full as the fairy took hold of her simple, short dress. Renner watched as she pulled her dress up and over, tossing it aside. Gold skin gleamed back while glittery nipples pointed. Standing up, she crossed the room in two steps, standing before the rogue.
Renner reached down and undid the straps to his leggings. Gylda lowered herself to her knees as the last strap was pulled away and the rogue’s manhood spilled out half hard.
“A quick one before the main event,” Renner said with a harsh whisper. The need was there and the excitement goaded him on.
“Work your poetry,” Gylda smiled before wrapping a thin gold hand around his shaft and putting the tip to her glittery lips.
Renner stared as inches pushed past tender lips, “You golden whore, suck that cock.”
Gylda let out a low moan as she suckled and bobbed her head. Renner closed his hand around her shoulder as his hips moved slightly. The rogue’s cock pushed against the fairy’s lips and small groans filled the room. The fluttering in his stomach grew fainter as his needs took over. Primal urges pushed at his being, wanting to be released. The time before a job was the most grueling. The player had completed nearly two hundred quests but the night before was always spent getting his anxiety out. In the past, he was paying for it until he found Gylda.
Memories of their meeting floated up on clouds of bliss. The rogue was running from bounty hunters through a forest to the south. Not only did he steal from a rich baron but he also did the horizontal tango with his wife and then his fully-grown daughter. Good times were had by all until the baron came home to see his daughter bent over the dining room table, drinking wine with Renner behind her, groaning sexy obscenities. Renner managed to come, smack her ass and make a run for it as the baron drew his sword.
For three days, the bounty hunters chased him. The player thought by going into the wilderness, he could lose them. That turned out to be either a stupid decision or they were just that good. Renner decided they were just that good. Out of pure blind luck, Renner crashed through some brush and passed a stone statue of a woman with insect wings, covered in vines. A few steps later, he fell through the ground and landed in a tunnel.
Not looking a gift tunnel in the mouth, the rogue quickly stumbled on into the darkness to outrun the hunters. The tunnel seemed to go on and on when a yellow light beckoned in the distance, calling out like a moth to a flame. Renner moved on, hoping it wasn’t a monster ready to smash him to pulp.
Renner groaned as Gylda sensually sucked at his cock, pressing her tongue along the underside and bobbing with practiced ease. The memory continued in his mind’s eye of the simple stone pedestal with a glass cover. Inside a golden fairy slept, wings still and oval eyes closed. The rogue walked around, checking for traps. When the room seemed clear, the rogue reached over and took hold of the glass knob on the top of the container. Lifting it up, the fairy slid to the stone pedestal and eyes slowly blinked opened.
A light glowed around her body as she looked up, smiled and burst toward him. Small arms hugged his neck and panic rocketed through Renner thinking she was trying to choke him to death. When she broke away, she looked to him with adoring eyes. Before they could get properly acquainted, the sound of heavy boots echoed down the tunnel behind them.
Renner pushed his hips as Gylda picked up the tempo, the heat of the moment and memory taking over. The golden fairy was by his head as bodies moved down the tunnel in their direction. Renner melted into the shadows. Checking his stats, he noticed they had increased, by a lot. Certain skills improved and his luck stat, which only rogues have, went into the triple digits. Staying to a wall, darkness shrouded the rogue and fairy like a thick blanket.
Three humans stepped into the small chamber, blades out. Renner knew he could slip past but he also knew they would never stop chasing him. With a heavy heart, he moved along the inky shadows. A bounty hunter looked right at him, not even noticing before continuing his search of the room. He was the first to fall with a dagger in his back. The other two hunters turned to see their comrade hitting the ground before shattering into shards of greenish light. Renner moved with ease, circling around them as a tremble touched their blades. One cried out and fell, breaking apart into glowing pieces. The last one tried to make a run for it before a dagger point entered his back, just below the ribs.
In the memory, Renner stood relieved, hoping the message would be clear to the baron if he tried to send anyone else after him. Gylda was so happy for her rescue; she flashed to her human size and rewarded her savior with her magical lips.
“Cream’s rising to the top,” Renner moaned.
Gylda pulled her mouth away, “Cream on my tits.” The fairy held up her breasts and pushed them together. With a suckling kiss, Renner groaned. The first spurt of come splashed against the fairy’s tongue. As she pulled away, spurts of come erupted, pain
ting her golden breasts with white seed. Renner thrust his hips and Gylda wrapped her lips around the end, sucking down the last drops.
A knock at the door broke the blissful spell.
Gylda jumped up in a bright flash. She reappeared as her tiny self and fluttered behind the other side of the bed. Renner touched his leggings and the straps blinked into place. With bliss fading, he moved to the door and stood off to the side.
“Room service?” Renner said as his hand rested on a dagger hilt.
“Open the door,” said a slightly familiar voice.
Renner relaxed his shoulders as he grabbed the lock key and turned it. The door swung open and a beautiful dark elf stood with an annoyed gaze. Ossa stayed at the frame as Renner smiled at her innocently. Looking down, he could see three envelopes in her dark slender hand.
Ossa lifted the envelopes up and thrust them at the rogue’s chest, “The Lady sends her best wishes.”
Renner lifted a hand up but instead of taking them, he coiled his fingers along the smooth skin of her wrist, “Still mad about yesterday?”
Ossa looked down and her brow sharpened into a hard V, “You didn’t have to insult me. I’m not looking for anyone to save me.”
Renner nodded, “I’m sorry if that hurt your feelings but it’s always business. How much gold will it take to help you feel better?”
Ossa stared at the rogue in disbelief. Vass happened to step up to the second-floor landing. Oval eyes caught the dark elf raising a hand and slapping Renner hard across the face. The rogue barely moved but his smile melted away. The dark elf threw envelopes at the rogue before turning and storming down the corridor. Vass stepped aside with a bottle in one hand and two big wooden cups in the other. The dark elf stormed past and down the stairs until she was out of sight. Vass turned to see Renner picking up the envelopes from the floor and putting them inside his cloak.
“Did you deserve that?” Vass asked as she sauntered toward him.
