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Old 02-13-2018, 10:42 PM
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Default Night Off 2

Now this one is ENM, so, be prepared for that! Part 3 is ENF so hang on!

Dong. Dong. Dong. Dong. Dong. Dong. Dong. Dong. Dong. Dong. Dong. The clocktower struck exactly midnight. The good citizens of Alleytown slept soundly, while the bad citizens were hard at work in the town’s dark underbelly.
A Drow named Veda Erebus, thief and rogue extraordinaire, stood on a rooftop dressed in all black and surveyed the shadowy street below. A human would normally see nothing, but the eyes of a night elf could see in the dark as easily as in the day. She leaned back and pulled the mask covering her mouth down to her chin. As she breathed she stared at the house across the street, the home of a half-elf named Syllus Nonacnon.
The loud mouthed bard had been a long running pain to her, constantly bad mouthing her in the circle of thieves and professional murderers they both worked with. Everything had come to a head two weeks ago, when too many drinks and not enough sense led to an insane wager.
Veda shivered slightly. She still recalled the naked run through the mansion, the blind man fondling her like a statue. Worse, that bastard bard Syllus had stolen her clothes by the time she returned with the jewel. The walk home had taken hours, having to avoid being seen and being slowed down by how much it… bothered her.
She shifted her legs, ostensibly, she told herself, because they were getting cramped. More realistically, she was flustered recalling the naked night. This night, this night she planned on getting that half elf back. It had taken her this long to scope out where he lived, and now she simply waited until she was sure he’d be asleep, or at least close to it.
In her right hand she fiddled with the jewel stolen from Ravenwood Manor. The ruby was the size of a mouse and set in a gold lining. Veda held it up to the sparse moonlight and smiled to herself. She put her mask back up so only her purple eyes..
Veda made her way to the street and across, a blur in the night. The house was two stories, with no garden or fence in front of it. Making her way around to the back, Veda was like a phantom. She looked up at the reverse exterior, satisfied to see a second floor balcony. Like a t****ze artist she swung from flower basket to gutter to railing and onto the small balcony.
For a moment she was illuminated against oil lamp light that spilled from inside the house. She was the essence of a dashing adventurer. Her body was lithe and toned, beautiful and well suited to her work. She had a mild curve to her hips, and the only fat on her body resided in her breasts, which were amazingly proportioned to her smaller frame. She wore cushioned boots, flexible soft leather pants, a linen long sleeved tunic, leather gloves, and a combination cowl and mask to conceal herself. All her clothes were pitch black as her midnight skin, and hugged her body tightly. All her tools hung on a thick belt on her hips.
Within an instant she was on the door, file working on the lock. Normally she would pick the lock, and leave no trace that it had been tampered with, but tonight she was in a hurry, and very much didn’t care about damaging Syllus’ property. After a few seconds of sawing the internal mechanism snapped, and silently Veda creeped the door open.
She was careful as she entered, aware that if lamps were lit he must still be awake. The house at least sounded silent, a good sign. The room she entered was a sitting area, and Veda was surprised to see so many books scattered around the room and burgeoning the shelves. With quiet steps she creeped inside, eyes darting towards every entryway. One hand rested on one of many daggers on her person.
Making it to a dark corner of the room, wedged between a bookshelf and a wall, she listened. Her elven ears gradually faded out the white noise of the house, wind and creaking wood falling into silence.
There. She heard mumbling, someone talking to themselves. Carefully, she entered the hallway, approached the only door ajar with light coming from inside. She peeked through the crack, carefully to keep her body from blocking the light.
Inside, Syllus sat on a stool. The half-elf had pale skin, but callouses here and there proved he wasn’t a complete shut in. He had stubby pointed ears, nowhere near as long as Veda’s, and sharp eyes. Otherwise, he looked human, with tousled brown hair, grey-blue eyes, and light stubble. He wore a baggy short sleeved shirt, baggy brown trousers, and wool socks on his feet. The shirt had a deep V in the middle, and Veda caught a glimpse of his chest and abdomen when he bent over.
He actually has a touch of muscle on him, she thought, he’s still skinny though.
She watched as Syllus seemed to be writing something on parchment. Veda wondered what it could be, and then saw him pluck a few strings on an instrument he cradled in his lap. Then she took in the rest of the room, and saw it littered with sheets of music, instruments, different heights of stools, and the desk Syllus was writing on. Other than the oil lamps lighting it, everything in the room was for music.
Veda was impressed, but it didn’t last long. She saw Syllus smile, most likely at a satisfactory melody or some such trivial thing, but all Veda saw was that same smirk that had sealed their wager.
As Veda considered how to proceed, Syllus plucked a string of notes. A small mote of magical fire appeared in the air in front of him. It danced around and then disappeared. This seemed to be his goal, as Syllus smiled and wrote something down.
Of course! Veda thought. Syllus was a magical bard, and his music was where his powers derived. It didn’t have to always be an instrument, singing or even humming could activate it. Even that annoying clicking of his tongue when we made the wager, Veda thought. She was now sure he had charmed her then, made her more open to suggestion.
Enraged, she barrelled through the door. The half elf was caught completely by surprise, and he dropped the instrument as he jumped up at the noise. Before he could say or do anything, Veda had grabbed him by his wrist and forced him to the ground. She shoved his face into the carpet, satisfied with how much more powerful she apparently was than him, at least physically.
Veda straddled his back, keeping his devils tongue from muttering a spell by pushing it into the floor. “You charmed me!” she hissed.
“?!” Syllus muffled confusion.
Veda grabbed his face with her palm over his mouth, squeezing his cheeks roughly, and turned his head so he could see her. She pulled down her mask so he could see her clearly.
“You charmed me!” she repeated.
Syllus desperately shook his head “no” but it only angered Veda. She reached for her belt and pulled out a gag, composed of a ball of wool embedded in a linen scarf. It was promptly applied to Syllus as she bound his wrists and ankles together. Getting off of him, she rolled him over and propped him against the wall. His eyes stared at her. There wasn’t fear, but there wasn’t confidence either. Just blank, assessing the situation.
Veda just stared back at him, fangs bared. “Did you see me?” she asked.
Syllus tilted his head.
“Did you see me?” she repeated.
He tilted it farther, he didn’t understand.
Veda gave an exasperated groan. “Did you, see me, when I was naked, the night of the bet?”
Syllus’ head straightened out but he didn’t nod or shake his head.
“Answer me and do it honestly or I swear, half-elf, I’ll cut out your tongue.”
He considered this, then shook his head yes.
Veda blushed and growled. “And did you charm me, to accept the wager?”
Syllus shook his head no. Veda was displeased. She grabbed Syllus and dragged him out down the hall, through the sitting room, and onto the balcony. It was still the dead of night outside, and not a soul was in sight. Above the door to the balcony was a large hook meant for someone to hang a bucket from to catch rainwater. Veda hooked the ropes binding Syllus’ wrists together into it. She checked the bindings, making sure they stayed secure.
The half elf was now taut, tip toes on the ground, arms kept straight above his head. The light wind of the night tousled his brown hair and tugged slightly at his baggy clothes.
“Don’t lie, did you charm me with your, your, your perverted magic?!” Veda spit at him.
Syllus just stared at her, not answering. But Veda saw fear creep into the edges of his expression.
The Drow paced up and down the balcony in front of Syllus, deep in flustered thought. He’d been spying on her, admitted to it, he’d seen her naked, running around like an idiot. She was an idiot, she thought. Now giving him a black eye and bruises didn’t seem enough, she wanted to really hurt him, something he couldn’t recover from easily, something fair for what he did to her. She wanted payback, she wanted revenge, she… stopped, and stared at the breeze tugging at his loose shirt.
Veda took slow, tiny steps towards Syllus, a devilish grin growing on her face. She withdrew a knife, and panic briefly flashed in his eyes. It was amazing to see, Veda thought.
The tip of the blade came to a gentle rest on the part of his chest exposed by the shirt, balanced on his sternum. Veda leaned in close and clashed her teeth right next to his ear. She saw a single bead of nervous sweat trail down his brow. In a flurry she slashed her knife, and the half-elf’s shirt separated down the middle. With each breeze it fluttered open, and Veda smiled mischievously at his exposed torso.
Her night vision let her see perfectly in the dark, and now free of most of the shirt, she could see that he did have a touch of muscle. It wasn’t enough to call him “buff”, he was still a skinny half-elf, but there was enough definition to be pleasing to look at.
Syllus’ eyes were wide, darting everywhere. Veda kneeled down and tugged off the socks, throwing them over the balcony. She stood up and looked in his eyes, her expression was diabolical. Her free hand shot forward and grabbed at his waistband, the other holding the knife to his neck. She laughed cruelly, and jerked the pants down slowly, gradually.
First she saw wisps of curly brown hair peek out of the trousers. She pulled further, slower, until the very edge of the base of his cock was exposed. Her eyes glittered in delight. She noticed a defined shape inside the pants.
“You’re… hard?” she wondered aloud. Syllus was blushing a deep red, eyes closed.
“You actually have an erection right now, are you enjoying this?” Veda asked, incredulous, shocked but amused. Syllus nodded a couple times, then shook his head no violently, then stayed completely still.
Veda laughed sharply. “Oh ho ho oh, my gods.” She whipped the pants down to his ankles. His erection sprung out, barely missing Veda. She fell back and laughed more.
“It’s pointing at me!” she gasped. Syllus blushed terribly, and hung his head.
Eventually Veda calmed down and stood up. She touched the tip of her finger against the head of his erection. Syllus quivered and his cock bounced up and down at her touch.
“Wow you’re really up there.” Veda commented. “Anyway, bastard,” she took out the amulet. “Recognize this?”
She tied it around his neck. “It looks good on you!” she commented. Taking a step back, she took one last look. Syllus, bound, gagged, stripped naked except for that damned amulet. Woefully erect, completely trapped. Veda was satisfied.
“Don’t worry, you’ll have someone at sunrise to help you… probably. If not I’ll check up on you tomorrow night, no reason for me to add a murder charge to all,” she gestured at him, mainly at his dick, “this. So long, Syllus.” and she left, leaving him there till, yes, sunrise, when his enraged landlady cut him loose after a twenty minute lecture regarding debauchery and vices.
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