Compensation

Disclaimer: The Thief series is a registered trademark of the Eidos Corporation. I will not receive any monetary compensation for writing this.

The master thief Garrett sat beneath the warm confines of his bedclothes in his South Quarter tenement, he held a book that he had purchased from the local bookseller, an over-dramatized adventure novel but it was something to read nonetheless. His wavy shoulder-length black hair was loose from its customary ponytail. He turned the page and his eyes, one blue, the other green, began to travel over the first page of the next chapter in the novel when he heard a knock at the door. He quietly set down the book, picked up an unsheathed dagger that lay on the nightstand. He got out of bed, his bare, well-muscled torso glistening in the candlelight and the loose fitting black trousers that he wore to bed rustled about his feet as he crept to the door, throwing the door open, he looked at what lay in the darkness. It was a woman, a tall, slim woman with skin that seemed to be more like bark than flesh. Her eyes were a deep, forest green and her long, wavy hair was a mixture of a light green and a golden brown, the color of the trees in the beginning of autumn. He was more than a little surprised to see her here. He dropped the dagger where it lodged into the wooden floorboards

“Viktoria.” The thief said in a cool tone of voice, his green, mechanical right eye whirred and the pupil dilated to allow the maximum amount of light in so that he might see this woman better.

“Garrett.” She said in a sensuous purring tone, slipping past him and into the room, looking around the sparsely furnished apartment.

The apartment wasn’t much but to Garrett it was home. He didn’t need an overly furnished place, just a place to eat, to sleep and to cook his meals and a place to rest after a job.

“Viktoria, what do you want?” Garrett asked, his eyes narrowing at the woman.

“What? I can’t just be here to visit a friend?” She said, sitting down in one of the two cushioned chairs that sat in front of the crackling fire.

“If I had any friends I’d say that you were right, and even if I did, you would not be one of them.” The master thief said coolly.

The wood nymph sighed and looked back at the bare-chested man, a small smirk playing at her lips as she initiated her plan of action.

“I’ll get to what I want from you in a moment, but right now, please sit.” She said, indicating the chair across from where she was seated.

Garrett raised an eyebrow as he noticed her smirk but decided to see what she had planned rather than kick her out, after all she might have a way to make a bit of cash, so he sat down and looked at her.

“Well, what do you want?” He asked his voice tinged with impatience.

The nymph clucked her tongue and gave a short laugh.

“Patience Garrett, patience, I thought the patience was a virtue among you manfools.” Viktoria said with a smile.

The thief growled in frustration at the woman and struggled to maintain his composure. Viktoria gave a small smile at the thief’s aggravation. She was more than certain what the root cause of that frustration was and she was going to alleviate that problem.

“Garrett, you’ve been doing a good job in helping me stop Karras and I feel it’s high time that you were compensated for it.” She said, her voice remaining in that sensuous purr.

The thief brightened, “It’s about time.” He said, the thought of money bringing him to focus, then he paused, he didn’t notice anything that would carry money on her person in all the time that she had been in his apartment, “Where’s the money?”

She smirked and reached over to twirl one of his long blatrantrands of hair around one of her fingers. Garrett’s eyes went wide and he stammered in response to her actions.

“V-Viktoria? W-What are you doing?” He said, stumbling over his words.

She stood up and took the step to bring her directly in front of the thief; she knelt, resting on her knees and leaned into his ear, lips brushing against the sensitive skin as she spoke. “This is your compensation. This is also what I want, I want you thief.”

Garrett struggled to get away from her but his arms and legs were like lead weights, pinning him to that position. One of her hands traveled up his torso, feeling the contours of his muscles. She smirked and pressed her lips to his jaw in a light kiss, she looked up at the thief’s confused and desperate expression.

“Garrett? You’re not a virgin are you?” She asked with a smirk.

The thief blushed profusely, looking away. He was one; monks raised him for Builder’s sake! The taffer was highly inexperienced in the ways of sex. Unfortunately for him, he was at the mercy of a wood nymph, a very sensual one who wanted him so that she could fulfill her own carnal desires.

Viktoria smirked and kissed closer to his lips, “Don’t worry.” She whispered, “By morning, you’ll be more than experienced enough.” She pressed her bark-like lips against his in a passionate kiss.

Garrett struggled and squirmed for several moments before his brain switched off all logic and inhibitions and switched on his baser instincts. He soon found that he was returning her kiss, albeit nervously but he was returning it nonetheless. Her hand traveled down his chest, a pointed nail tracing the gentle curves of his muscles. It paused at his navel, which faced inward. Viktoria’s nail moved around it in small circles, dipping inside very briefly, causing the usually composed thief to jerk in a reaction to her action. Viktoria’s lips left his and began to place a trail of gentle kisses down his body, pausing to lick at one of his dusky brown nipples, causing Garrett to emit a low, pleased groan. Her hand traveled down from his navel to the bulge in his trousers, her hand cupped it and she smirked.

“For a manfool, you are not disappointing.” She said as she curled a finger in the hem of the loose article of clothing, pulling them down and off, leaving him as nude as the day he was born.

He looked down at her, his eyes hooded from the feelings her actions sparked in his body, a blush remaining on his face from her various comments. The nymph’s hand curled around the thief’s semi-hard organ, her rough skin causing a mixture of sensations to run through Garrett. She smiled up at the thief, her thief and began to move her hand slowly over his organ, coaxing it into its full length and girth. Upon reaching that point Viktoria sat back as she gazed upon Garrett’s manhood, she looked up at him with a hungry gaze and dragged one of her pointed nails from the tip of his shaft, dragging it down to the base and then back up, she wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the wide head of the thief’s organ, slowly moving them down, rolling down the foreskin and getting a good look at what lay beneath. She tilted her head as she gazed at his now completely visible head, focusing most of her attention of the single drop of dew that was slowly running down his shaft, she caught it with her slim tongue, dragging the moist appendage up Garrett’s manhood, savoring his rich flavor. Garrett gasped at her actions as he looked down at her, watching her take the head of his manhood into her mouth, sucking at it gently, her hand coiled around the rest of his organ, stroking what she did not have contained in the wet confines of her mouth. He groaned and arched his back, presenting more of himself to the nymph before him. One of her forest green eyes looked up at the lustful expression that his face was contorted into. She sucked at the head of his organ for several minutes before slowly removing it from her mouth; its release from her orifice was signaled by a wet smack. She smiled and gave the organ one final lick before she began to move her way up his body, kissing everywhere, just above the downy patch of black hair at the base of his manhood, his navel, each of his nipples, his collarbone, his neck and finally his mouth once again. She was positioned in his lap, her womanhood located just above his shaft. Her musk was a mixture of floral and earthy scents, intoxicating the man even more as it reached his nostrils. She splayed a hand against his chest and slowly lowered herself onto him, gasping at every slight movement either of them made until she was seated in his lap. Viktoria leaned forward and kissed Garrett’s mouth again before beginning her movements.

She slowly began to lift herself up from his lap, twisting her body as she moved, gasping in pleasure as Garrett arched his back, pressing more of himself into her. The thief looked up at the beautiful nymph and gasped as she slid down his shaft once again. She smiled and gave him a lusty wink as she repeated her movements, over and over, moving faster after a while, grinding her hips into his when she reached the base of his manhood before sliding up once again. She continued this pattern for quite a while, moving faster and faster before beginning to slow down her movements, making it agonizingly slow for the of of them. She moved quickly in her journey up but when going down she was painfully slow. The fire crackled and popped before them, their silhouettes cast on the back wall. She looked down at him and began to move faster, feeling her climax nearing. Viktoria looked down at Garrett and smiled at the look of ecstasy on his features. She groaned loudly as she felt his manhood twitch inside her and kissed him firmly on the lips before slamming her hips into his, crying out in pleasure as she came. Garrett came in a torrent immediately afterward, his warm, sticky seed filling her as stream after stream shot into her. She panted slightly and then slid off of him, collapsing onto him, she looked into his eyes and smiled, stroking his sweat soaked hair.

“You may be a manfool but you’re my manfool.”