[magicmerlon]

My first story here! All feedback is accepted and appreciated.

Veda would never forgive him. That gods forsaken half elf with his smug smile and fancy words. She was also sure she’d never forgive herself for accepting the bet, especially in front of all those people at the Drunken Rat Tavern. If she chickened out, she wouldn’t even need to lose the bet to be disgraced in the eyes of the criminal underground.
Currently, Night Elf rogue Veda Erebus sat perched in an old oak tree overlooking the nearby Ravenswood Manor. The moonlight illuminated the huge building, and the wind shook Veda’s tree. She shivered, but it wasn’t because of the warm night air.

Hours ago she had been relaxing at the Drunken Rat, a skeevy bar that no one but criminals and low lifes frequented. She enjoyed the violent atmosphere and the company of her fellow professional thieves. Tonight was supposed to be a night off, and she had been well into her fourth grog.
And then that half elf, Syllus, came waltzing in. Veda immediately curled her lip, she didn’t like the way he always tried to chat with her, as if people came to bars to talk of all things. That night he began boldly by insulting her skills, which quickly drew a crowd. Shouting came next, then bets, then antes being raised. And now…

And now, Veda found herself staring at the Ravenswood Manor, perched in a tree. Her hair was a brilliant white, and reached down to her waist. Her black skin contrasted magnificently, and her purple eyes were sharp and dangerous. She had a refined body, kept in shape through and for her craft. At 5’ she was shorter, but so were all elves, and her chest was impressive on that frame.
Veda had boasted that her skills were so refined, she didn’t even need tools to rob the notoriously iron tight manor. Syllus had snorted and replied her jet black skin would help her if she was naked, and before she knew it, the wager was sealed.
It was simple. She had to strip completely nude, leave all her clothes under the tree, break into the manor without being caught, and return to the tree. Veda blushed purple as she recalled the details.
Slowly, she climbed down the tree and landed on the soft dirt. First, she unbuckled and removed her black boots. Her bare feet touched the ground and she was already blushing a deep purple. Next came her belt of tools, which already without made her feel helpless.
Veda briefly considered quitting, but the smug face of the half elf steeled her nerves. She had to prove him wrong. Shakily, her fingers began undoing the buttons of her tight black blouse. Slowly she let it slide down her slender arms, and it fell onto the ground. With each heaving breath, her modest breasts rose and fell on her naked chest. Veda hugged herself as another breeze curled around her back, her shoulders, forcing her to be reminded of her nakedness.
I am a professional! she thought, I will not do this like a coward. She threw her arms down to her side, her exposed breasts wobbling, her nipples stiffening in the breeze. In a rush, she fumbled with her pants, pulling both her trousers and undergarments to her feet in the same moment.
Veda was completely nude, outside, in the night. Every contour of her body was athletic beauty. Her toned arms countered into her shoulders and back like a marble statue. Her breasts were perfectly proportioned as they kissed the night air. Her defined abdominals flowed artistically into her strong hips and thighs, and her backside was calipidgean. Veda maintained a closely trimmed bush on her lower lips, as alabaster as the hair on her head.
She ran. She let her muscle memory work for her as she focused on the task at hand. As she bounded towards the manor, new complications arose that she never had to confront when working clothed. Her breasts hopped and bounced with every step, flustering her deeply as her blush spread to her chest. Her hair, usually kept closely tied back, now flew widely behind her, and whenever it touched her nude back it reminded her of her nakedness.
Worst of all though was the feeling of the wind against her, like an agent inspecting her entire body. Feeling the air with every movement, every step, accentuated her lack of coverage. It was like a thousand tiny hands all around her, all over her.
Veda reached the wall, hugging against it and gasping for air silently. A run like that would never wear her out normally. She was panicking already?
Not wasting more than a moment, she reached for the stone and expertly climbed. She tried to ignore how her butt was accentuated with the long movements of her shapely legs, and how every other movement brushed her bothered nipples against the stonework.
Up and over, and on the ground now. She ran across the yard, careful to dart from cover to cover, and only when a cloud covered the moon. Near the house, she found the cellar door. With no tools, she couldn’t pick it. Rookie mistake! She was really flustered.
With blushing, blinking eyes she scanned the house, and found an open window on the third floor. She swallowed, counted to three, then leapt from cover to gutter, and climbed. The window was near, when suddenly there was movement!
The sleepy head of some teenage occupant poked out of the window. He looked around, and spotted the naked Veda, clinging to the pole. She stayed perfectly still, didn’t even breathe, her heart pounding. She wanted to scream, she wanted to run, she wanted to… do what?! Why would she want to do that, what the hell?! She pushed the thought away, and noticed the sleepy boy rub his eyes and go back inside.
Veda stayed clinging to the pole for several minutes. Why was one of her impulses to do… do… well that! She went over it over and over again, was she somehow enjoying this? Well, she figured, at least her nipples were enjoying it, and also her… oh wow, maybe she was enjoying this. Maybe just a little bit.
Into the window she crept, passed the sleeping boy and into the dark hallway. She darted again and again, from dark shadow to dark shadow, and she entered a large room filled with statues and antiquities. Far in the back was a small gem on a pedestal, which was her target. As she made her way to it, she heard a door happen. “I need to hide!” she thought.
A man with milky white eyes entered the room. As he walked down a row of statues, he touched each one. The man was blind, and he liked sculptures better than paintings. He could touch and feel them, and form a picture in his head. So he walked down the row of statues, and touched. This one a horse, so pretty, midstride. This one a mermaid, and he always felt a little naughty when his fingers ran over its breasts. And then this one…
This sculpture was new. It felt like a nude, and so detailed! His hand traced over the statue, and he was amazed at the craftsmanship. Why, he could feel each muscle, the shape of the arms was perfect, and the swell of the chest into the breasts as well. The abdomen felt so life like, and these legs were amazonian in strength. Actually, it felt warm, really warm, feverish even. And as his hand roamed, he felt hair on the crotch of the statue. “No,” he thought, “must be mold, a new addition to the collection that hasn’t been cleaned yet.” Eventually, he let the statue alone and continued, eventually leaving the room.
Veda dropped to her knees and gasped, taking everything she had not to panic entirely. She had just been felt up, all over her body. Her own hands ran all over, holding herself as she went over what just happened. Her nipples stood at attention, and she cursed how her heart raced. The subterfuge, she realized, was what made it so exciting. It took more willpower than she was willing to admit to not just find a quiet corner of the room and slip a few fingers inside herself.
She got to her feet however, and put the slickness between her thighs to the back of her mind.

Gem in hand she made it back over the wall. Veda could not wait to shove this damned jewelry down Syllus’ throat, get home, and finally satisfy herself. Her naked feet brought her back to the tree.
Veda saw a piece of paper under the tree. What she didn’t see were her clothes. Rage built up in her as she swiped the note off the ground.
“You sure showed me!” the note read.