Thieves Never Prosper?

As Varon kissed Ardaline tenderly, he couldn't help wondering if he was really dreaming about all of this. Dreams had never been this vivid, though. Ardaline shifted position sideways, allowing Varon more access to the front of her body. She was still fully clothed: he wasn’t sure how much he could move, so he couldn’t begin to undress her and he wasn't sure if she was ready for that. It was pleasure enough for now, though. His arm was now fully mobile, and he ran his hands over her stomach. She sighed and kissed him harder, so he dared to move his hand lower still. He feathered his fingers over her pubic mound and was amazed and gratified to feel the fabric immediately grew damp as soon as he touched her. She gave a little gasp, and straightened her legs slightly, parting them to allow him easier access. Through the silk, he worked his fingers from her little nub along her lips, and up again.



“Ohh..”



“You’ve become so wet, so very quickly,” he said, with a sense of wonder.


“I’m... sorry. I simply can’t help myself,” she said.


Was she embarrassed by her own state of arousal? He wondered about it. If so, did the faint sense of shame excite her even more? If that was the case, he would had no compunctions about exploiting that to the full. “Look at your gown, Ardaline. Look at the mess your sweet juices have made.“



“Oh gods, yes it is... so wet...”



“Mmm. All that expensive silk, completly soaked through, all around your crotch, because you’re so very excited, aren’t you?” he said softly, as he continued to stroke her, making the fabric get even damper in the process. His teasing words seemed to be working, for her breathing had deepened and became ragged, more so since he began to suck on her nipples through the thin fabric, making them stand to attention, an aureole of saliva marked around them. She was riding his fingers now, moving her hips rapidly. He bunched some of the silk in order to work a finger inside her, although he couldn’t make it go far enough inside for his satisfaction. She gave a little whimper: she needed more from him in order to push her over the edge.



Suddenly, her eyes widened in shock and her body tensed slightly. “Oh no! I just realised that my clothes aren’t in here, and I’ll have to go back to my room like this!”



“Then your guild colleagues will see all the stains on your gown when you walk past them. It won't take them long to guess what we have been doing in here, and that you like the feel of me teasing you through your silken robes.” Varon said with a wicked smile, his fingers probing deeper.



But just then, he saw the anxious expression on her face. He remembered that she was still feeling quite vulnerable, after her ex-lover had done something to humiliate her. There was a risk he might push the embarrassment angle too far with her at this stage and he didn’t want to ruin the best thing which had happened to him in a very long time. Mages as a whole were renowned for their little kinks - just as with their approach to fighting, they had a way of making simple things complicated. Ardaline didn’t yet realise what the other mages were like: she was still innocent in many ways yet wanton, and that made her entirely irresistible to him. “Don’t worry about it, my sweet, I’ll fetch some spare clothes for you and bring them here, when I’m able to move.”



He was rewarded by her smile and a whispered word of thanks, but the comment reminded him that he’d been too distracted to notice what was going on with his own body, save for a vague tingling in his hips. While the muscles in his legs unknotted, another part of him was becoming more rigid. He tried to move, but his legs were still shaky, and he didn’t quite manage to shift his position. Thankfully, Ardaline understood, and her own hands moved down, experimentally feeling for the slight bulge in his pants. If this had happened at any other time, it would have been a good deal more pronounced, and he hoped she didn’t think this was his normal erect size.



“You feel something yet?”



He gave a faint gasp in response as she touched him, more from the idea of her touching her than from the sensation itself. “Barely, but the sensation is just beginning to come back.”



To his disappointment she moved her hand away, but that was replaced by delight as she pulled her gown over her head in one swift movement.



The games with her robe had been fun, but the sight of her body in its full glory left Varon breathless. She was like a golden goddess, he thought (and he made sure to give a silent word of thanks to the goddess of love, Dibella, who seemed to be on his side for a change). He couldn’t undress himself, of course, and her efforts resulted in a halfway state, with his trousers slightly down and his tunic open. But he wasn’t fully recovered yet, and his cock still hovered in a state halfway between erect and flaccid, tingling unbearably. He needed to distract himself, and her, for the time being.



“Ardaline, come over here, and sit on my face.”



He was concerned that she might have already gone off the boil, but as soon as he tongued her clit, he could see that wasn’t the case at all. Her shapely thighs trembled from excitement and strain as she struggled to stay in position without suffocating him. She looked just as Varon had imagined, peach-pink folds of flesh surrounded by tiny golden hairs. He licked at her deeply,tasting her, pushing his tongue inside her, and then moved back to her clit, his tongue dancing rapidly over the tiny bump. Above him, she was making little incoherent gasps which were like music to his ears.



He slipped his left hand behind her, one finger working its way into her tightest hole: she gave a little yelp of surprise as he did that, and he guessed that no-one had ever done that to her before. His other free hand pushed two fingers inside her pussy: he sought and found the rough spot just to the front. As his fingers worked inside her, he sucked upon her clit, and the combined attention took her over the edge, her thighs shaking harder still. Just in the moment when she screamed out loud, a mini-flood of warm wetness gushed all over Varon’s face and he gasped with shock.



Ardaline was immediately contrite. “I’m so sorry... I was hoping this wouldn’t happen, this time around!”



Varon wiped at his soaked face with a finger and popped it into his mouth, experimentally: he was relieved that the fluid tasted of her juices and nothing else. He’d heard that some girls gushed when they came, although it was quite rare. No doubt this was the secret her former lover had humiliated her about. He looked back at Ardaline and saw tears pricking her eyes: this one little quirk was ruining what should have been a wonderful experience for her. He decided to tell her a little white lie: his Speechcraft abilities had to come in handy sometimes.



“It’s completely normal, you know. All women do it. Don’t feel bad about the wetness, it tells me that I was giving you some real pleasure. Besides, I might have to get my revenge on you later and do the same to you.” He stroked a strand of hair from her face. He was glad to see that she brightened immediately, and managed a smile. He held her for a moment, kissing her deeply: she did not seem to notice or mind that her face was now damp with some of her own juices too.



To Be Continued.

***Extra Note***

Thanks to the people who left positive reviews. I realise that I haven't updated this story in a long time.