Legends of Belariath

Salina Kyle

The Thief

“Look out, Stariel,” Gorth yelled as the party of adventurers fought the trolls to a stand still. A troll mage cast a transport spell on the young swordlady before she could dodge away. Unpredictable as troll magic was, the spell could’ve had any number of affects interestingly it did as the caster wished sending the swordlady far from the battle to realms unknown.

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Her head felt like it was going to explode, her watery eyes tried to look about the darkened area around her seeing nothing. After a few minutes of blinking and rubbing her eyes, Stariel looked around again seeing very little but some muted glowing in the covered sphere some ways away from her. After a moment of thought, the young woman got to her feet drawing her sword with an air of caution. Slowly, she picked her way toward the hidden light stumbling over whatever covered the floor.

“What’s under my feet?” she grumbled as her boots slipped on something that sounded like metal. Catching the edge of the stone shelf to keep from slipping, Stariel gave another glance about her before pulling the cloth away. Light flooded the chamber, blinding the swordlady for several moments, her hand trying to shield her startled eyes. When her eyes did clear, she looked about herself, her chin falling at the sight of chests of treasure, coins of gold, and platinum covering the floor, in piles about she saw gems, with swords, armor, and other weapons. It was the most incredible sight she’d ever seen. There had to be enough treasure to buy the kingdom of Caimden a hundred fold over. As she marveled at the hoarded wealth, it occurred to Stariel she was most likely in great danger from whoever or whatever owned this great horde.

“Most likely a dragon,” she muttered looking about. In one pile the hilt of a sword stuck out catching her eye with the braid of silver crisscrossing around the handle accentuated with emeralds, her favorite stone. Gently, she pulled the long sword from the treasure, holding it in the light to better see the intricate engraving up most the length of the blade. It felt lighter then air in her hand, singing in the cool air as she made a few swings and thrusts.

“Its like it’d been made for me,” she said then bent to brush away the treasure hoping to find the sheath for the blade. Finding it, the young woman put the sword on her belt. With all this treasure, surely one sword wouldn’t be missed. She started looking around again trying to decide if she should take anything else when a chill went down her spine.

“Greetings, thief,” rumbled a low voice. Stariel spun around drawing her new sword to challenge the speaker. A dragon of iridescent color on purple scales and some one hundred or so feet long stood in the entry to the chamber, his wings tucked over his shoulders, looking quite disgusted at her. Stariel took offence at being called a thief until his eyes went to the sword she’d taken. Her face turned a bright red in embarrassment.

“You have many more in your horde,” she growled trying not to look ashamed. “I thought I would need this weapon to win my way free of this place.”

“I want to know how you got into my den in the first place, thief,” he growled, glowing eyes looking her over with care, “then I’ll decide when or if you’ll be leaving my lair.” That comment made her face pale a little but she held the sword with confidence.

“I choose to leave now, creature,” she hissed raising the blade to ready. “You’d do well not to try to stop me.” His laughter boomed in the chamber and the treasure shivered for several moments. He drew up a little raising his clawed paws which magic energy began to swirl around. Stariel decided to attack before he could finish his spell striking out with skill to cut his chest. Stunned, she watched as the beautiful sword disappeared from her hands. His spell struck her in the chest throwing her back into the stone wall. The breath whooshed from her lungs to leave her gasping. The dragon moved forward only to see her reaching for where she’d left her sword. With a lift of his claws, Stariel found herself floating in the air ten or fifteen feet, helplessly kicking her legs.

“Did you really think to attack me with a weapon from my horde? Now, female,” he said rubbing his chin. “Where to begin?… Ah… I know.” He began chanting, magic energy swirling around the young woman’s body and her armor and underclothing vanished. Her eyes were wide with shock. Nude, he turned her body in his power this way and that to examine her, finding her large breasts and shapely thighs quite pleasing.

“Let me down, beast,” Stariel growled struggling uselessly in the air. He did notice her movements were making her breasts sway most seductively.

“Tell me how you came to be in my treasure room, thief,” he demanded as a claw moved to flick her nipple bringing a gasp from her.

“I’m not a thief,” Stariel growled. She tried to pull away from him but found herself held to one place as he began to squeeze her breasts. “I was transported here by a troll’s spell.” His eyes grew angry again.

“There isn’t any way a troll’s spell could violate this chamber,” he hissed in a rage. “You dare to lie to me… Do you think I’m stupid?”

“No! It’s the truth!” she cried as his claws lightly raked across her breasts. She could see the dragon wasn’t going to listen to her.

“I’ll get the real truth from you, thief,” he hissed as he turned from her. As he left the chamber the ball of magic that held Stariel followed close behind him.

At his command, spheres of light came to life near the ceiling of a chamber only slightly smaller then the one they’d left. Within this chamber were various devices for holding a body in different positions. On the walls and shelves were devices of pain, some she couldn’t begin to know or understand. He took her to a set of shackles that hung from the ceiling so far above and others embedded in the stone floor. He stopped to glare at his captive for several moments.

“Are you going to tell me the truth, thief, or do I have to ‘persuade’ you to tell me?” Stariel looked at the shackles then around the room. Still she knew there was only one truth, one he wouldn’t accept.

“I was in a battle with my companions fighting a band of trolls and orcs,” Stariel said in her calmest voice though her heart felt like it would explode. “During the combat a troll mage cast a spell on me and I woke up here in your treasure chamber… That ‘is’ the truth, monster.” He simply snorted turning to the chains reaching into the sphere to grab first one wrist then the other trapping them in cold, hard steel. As soon as her ankles were held so, the dragon dispelled his magic ball going to a wall with a small crank.

“I must say you’re being foolish to stick to that tale, thief,” he said turning the crank slowly till Stariel was tightly stretched between the floor and the ceiling. “I’m well versed in pain and pleasure… I’ve had many years of practice… Are you sure that’s the tale you’re going to stay with?” In a growing rage, she managed to spit in the dragon’s face as he bent close to her.

“It’s the truth, creature,” she hissed venomously. “I can only tell you what is the truth. It is you who must choose to believe or not to believe.” With a shrug, he went over to a wall of whips, switches and paddles looking them over with much care.

“We’ll see what the truth is, thief,” he said as he took down a five strap whip. As he returned to stand in front of her, Stariel prepared herself for whatever act he did to her. Looking over her defiant face, the dragon laid all five straps across her creamy white ass. The swordlady gasped in shock at the feel of the leather kissing her skin but didn’t cry out, her eyes glaring daggers at the beast. With a snort of amusement, he laid into her, blow after blow striping her skin with fiery welts. Stariel tossed her head back and forth resisting the urge… the need to cry out. The fire on her skin was growing into a hell fire scorching her ass. Still, the young woman managed somehow to keep from crying out as the blows counted up to twenty then to thirty.

“Impressive, female,” the dragon said, coiling the whip. “Your will is stronger then I expected… I’m going to need to use a more refined method of inquiry…” Panting hotly, the young woman thought back to her days in training. She’d taken the lash before for speaking rudely to her arms master. She hadn’t cried out then and this was no different. All she had to do was keep her thoughts focused. She hadn’t realized the dragon walked away from her going to a cabinet. Her eyes came up when she heard the squeak of the cabinet opening. Inside, the thing was filled with strange devices she didn’t recognize at all.

“Are you a virgin, thief?” The question made her face pale.

“That’s none of your…” He snorted in irritation glaring at her defiant face with a scowl.

“I can check if you’d prefer.” Swallowing hard, the young woman flushed for a moment at the thought of this beast touching her.

“Why does it matter, beast?” she growled, shivering when he glanced over his shoulder. “No, I’m not a virgin…” He nodded a little taking out several strange devices of wood and metal. The dragon came back putting the implements on a table near by. He took up two clamps made of metal and connected by a chain.

“Have you ever seen these before, thief?” She shook her head paling a little. “They are called nipple clamps… a very useful device… they can be used for pain or pleasure but I’m sure you could come to love them…” His hand reached out to flick her nipple making her gasp again.

“Don’t you touch me, creature,” Stariel snarled, trying to yank away but held in place. He caught her right nipple pulling on it as it began to stiffen under his knowing touch. Her eyes wide with confusion, the young woman watched at her captor placed the metal around her tender bud. He got a gasp as he tightened it down, glancing up to see sweat beginning to bead on her forehead. He tightened it some more pleased when she swallowed back a cry. White-hot pain shot through her right nipple quickly joined by her left nipple. The dragon stepped back a little forcing her head up so he could stare into her watery eyes.

“How did you come to be in my treasure room, thief?” he demanded, his hand stroking her side gently. The strange sensations washed over the swordlady. No man had ever touched her in the gentle manner of his hand. The opposite sensations were somehow intoxicating.

“I-I was in a battle,” she stammered, fighting to clear her mind. “A tr-troll…” He snorted a little.

“Still sticking with that absurd tale, female,” he said. He turned back to the table taking up a phallic shaped like a human cock made of wood. He opened a jar of clear salve.

“It-It’s the tr-truth,” she stammered as he adjusted the chains to lift her body. She couldn’t help but notice he’d made it so her sex was in easy reach. His hands stroked up her inner thighs brushing the lips of her sex. She surged in the chains for a moment panting at the strange sensation his touch had made ripple over her body. He walked around behind her, his tongue flicking over her hip.

“We’ll see, thief.” She felt his fingers rubbing down the crack of her ass to stop at her puckered anus.

“I’m not a th-thief,” Stariel whimpered, his finger shoving into her bottom making her cry out for the first time.

“What do you call someone who comes into your home uninvited and takes what doesn’t belong to her?” the dragon demanded, wiggling his finger a little. The young woman stammered for a moment, then hung her head in shame. With a snort, the dragon continued to work his finger in and out. He rubbed the phallic up her inner thigh dragging it down her sex, slowly grazing her clit. Stariel jumped at the touch to her intimate flesh.

“Pl-please… You have to believe me,” she pleaded, feeling the head of the phallus at the entrance to her ass. “I don’t know how but a tr-troll spell brought me here… It’s the truth… I swear it…”

“You know… I’m beginning to believe you, thief,” he said, with a chuckle. Stariel sighed thinking the torture would end. Until, the dragon thrust the phallic deep into her body. Her head threw back with her scream of violation.

“Y-you said you be-believed me,” she cried, tears running down her pale cheeks.

“It’s hard to imagine a troll’s spell could get you passed my shields but you’re in no condition to lie to me, female,” he said, walking back around to face the young woman. “Which leaves only the detail of your attempt to steal from me… That most assuredly deserves some punishment…” His tongue licked up her inner thigh brushing the lips of her sex making her surge in the chains again. Stariel started to apologies then stopped herself.

“I f-felt I’d n-need the sword,” she began but got no further. The dragon pulled the lips of her sex apart, his rough tongue grazing her clit more firmly. Pleasure rippled over her body like nothing she’d ever felt. His tongue worked around her stiff little lust button making her hips twitch and jerk with each pass. As he continued to work on her sex, the dragon shoved his thick middle finger into her woman’s passage smiling as she cried out again, though not with pain. Never had any male touched her body in such a manner. The very feelings building in her sex were like nothing she’d ever imagined. Seeming aware of the growing pressure, the dragon added a second finger, his tongue working harder. Stariel cried out in pleasure so strong it bordered on pain as her body convulsed with its very first true orgasm. At that moment, the dragon gave a command and the shackles released the young woman. The dragon took her in his arms, his muzzle nipping at her neck. His stiff, long member buried itself deep in her body. The pleasure deepened as they moved together. The young woman had no idea what was happening to her but found herself moving with the dragon in a dance of erotic pleasure like nothing she’d ever imagined. Her head tossed back and forth, sweat running down her body as their movements became more earnest. A wave of orgasms ripped through her body making her sex grip his member tightly. She could feel his hot seed filling her fresh womb. They lay together on the floor of the room, both panting as pleasure left them breathless.

“On your hands and knees, thief,” he ordered, smiling as she rolled over to her stomach. Stariel wanted more of the pleasure he could offer her. He moved over her, his thick member plunging deep into her body. The pleasure was even more intense. His hands came around to grasp her breasts, releasing the clamps to sooth the pain.

“Oh G-Gods,” the young woman groaned, her body rocking with the dragon’s movements. The delight of another wave of orgasms threatened to overwhelm her. The dragon thrust into her body more and more violently. His hands went to her shoulders forcing her face to the floor, as his lust took over, pounding into her soft body with a growing need. There was pain, his claws digging into her flesh, forced as she was to accept his rough attention, but yet another wave of orgasms washed away the pain making her cries of pleasure ring through the room. With a roar, the dragon’s ecstasy peaked. His hot sticky seed flooded her womb then spilled over the floor as he filled her to overflowing. The room fell quiet as the two lay on the floor in a sweaty heap. Stariel realized her shoulders were bleeding from his clawing but the pain seemed distant. Pleasure still moved over her body to leave her panting with a need she’d never forget. In a few moments, the dragon pulled his softened member from her letting loose a flood of seed to coat her inner thighs.

“That was very enjoyable, thief,” he said, a smile on his face.

“I… am not… a thief…” He just chuckled a little.

“You’ve paid your debt to me in fine manner,” he said, as the young woman pulled herself up to her knees.

“Then I’m free to go?” she growled, struggling to her feet very aware of the white seed of the dragon coating her thighs. He seemed to think it over for a moment. Their eyes met bringing a smile to his face.

“You’re free to go, thief,” he said. A flood of disappointment went Stariel though she didn’t show it. With a wave of his hands, her armor appeared on her clean body like nothing had ever happen.

“I’m not a thief,” she hissed, softly. The dragon chuckled a little at the expression of longing on her face.

“When you take something that doesn’t belong to you that makes you a thief,” he said, grinning at her scowl. “Keep this in mind when you return to your home… Your punishment may not be as pleasurable the next time you’re caught.” With that, the dragon did a short chant and Stariel found herself back among her friends. The battle with the trolls was long over.

“Stariel?!?” Dirk cried, coming to her. She embraced her friend, tears slipping down her cheeks. Quickly, the young swordlady gathered her will to stop the flow. “Where have you been? What happen to you?”

“I-I found myself trapped in the den of a dragon,” she said, her face flushing as she could almost feel the dragon’s member deep in her body. “He returned me…”

“That was very good of him,” Dirk said, not noticing the look of longing in her eyes. They walked through the dead trolls toward their camp. “The commander is going to be glad to see you…” Dirk babbled about the battle and how many trolls had fallen as well as how many of Stariel’s fellow warriors had perished. The young woman nodded her head, taking her chain mail breastplate from her sore shoulders. As she glanced down, her eyes saw the claw marks from the dragon. Stariel would never forget the lesson she’d learned about being a thief.

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