Raven’s Journey

I sat back on my bunk and sighed as the metal door closed in front of me, sealing me in my small cell. My name is Raven and I’m an assassin. My sharp daggers have put an end to many lives over the past few years, and my purse has always stayed full. I had gotten careless and wound up in this stinking cell, waiting for whatever fate the local authorities cared to bestow on me. Nothing I’d prefer, that’s certain. I sat back and waited, knowing that my chance would come. There was little I could do until then.

After a few hours, a guard came in to bring some food and I made my move, grabbing his dagger and giving him a new ear to ear grin before he could properly react. I quickly stripped him and donned his bulky uniform, hoping I could pass as a 5’2″ soldier. My short, petite frame had its advantages in this business though, so I didn’t complain too much. I grabbed the stale hunk of bread the guard had been bringing me and chewed on it ravenously as I stomped down the corridor, doing my best ‘stupid soldier’ impression.

It worked, just like it had in the past, and I got to the armory without too much fuss. I could get new clothes rather easily, but I wanted my ebony daggers back, damn it! They had been hand crafted, and I wasn’t going to give them up for any petty soldier to come claim.

I went inside and quickly took care of the two guards inside and quickly searched around for my daggers, finding them and dropping the pig sticker I had gotten from the guard. The ebony blades seemed to vibrate slightly in my grasp, almost as if they were happy to see me. They were magical of nature and the gods know what they had locked inside them, but they served me very well, so it was worth the risk to get them back.

Retracing my steps, I briskly walked right out of the keep, humming happily as I did so. It still amuses me to no end, walking out of prisons like I owned the place. I quietly made my way to the stables and went inside.

Midnight, my horse, was still there! This was a lucky day. It seemed that someone else must have decided to claim him, for he now had a larger saddle on him and a large saddle bag containing rations and wine!

Oh ho ho! And they were feeding me to boot! I giggled mischievously as I rode out of the stables and onto the open road, heading west. I planned on going as far as the large dwarven city of Hillok, where I could find more work, I’ve been told, then I’ll be able to handle. Sounds good to me.

I rode until nightfall, and took up shelter in a small temple that seemed abandoned. It was pretty beat up, looking like it had seen better days, but it got me out of the rain. I made a small fire and sat in front of it, wrapping myself in a blanket, shivering with the sudden cold night air. It was then that I noticed that I wasn’t alone. A single priest stood in the darkness and shivered in the cool night air.

“Come here and share my fire, I won’t bite, much.” I grinned at him and made a biting motion with my teeth clacking, giggling as he nervously made his way towards the fire and sat down, enjoying the heat from the fire.

Once he had sat down, I looked him over. His short blonde hair was half hidden by his brown cloak, and his blue eyes gazed at me fearfully. Gods he was gorgeous. A burning in my loins reminded me that it had been far too long since I’d had a man between my legs, and I meant to do something about that. Just thinking about fucking a priest, knowing it would most certainly be his first time with a woman, made me even hotter for him, if that was possible.

I went over to him and sat beside him, playing the innocent so he’d let me near him.

“My name is Raven, what’s yours?”

“Tom, young miss.” He seemed very reserved, quiet. Almost as if he was trying to hold something back.

“Well, Tom. Do you attend to this temple, or are you just passing through like me?”

“I live here and take care of the shrine, or temple as you call it. Where are you headed if I may ask?”

“Hillok, I have it on good authority that there are good jobs to be had there.” I offered him my wine flask and he took it reluctantly, perhaps weighing his thirst against the sin that I offered. Nevertheless, he took it and eagerly took a few sips, feeling the drink warm his blood.

“Never been there myself. I’ve never moved around much at all, really.”

“Have you always been a priest?” I was still interested to find out if he was a virgin.

“Yup, pretty much my whole life. My step father was the head priest here before the shrine was abandoned some years back. I stayed because my step father would have, if he’d been able.” He looked gloomy after saying that, and I took it that it was a sore subject with him, but I had my answer! I grinned wickedly and leaned over, kissing him lightly on the lips.

He looked as frightened as a cornered deer, but he hesitantly returned the kiss, as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. I was in the mood for some entertainment, so I took him in my arms and pushed him onto his back. I took my dagger from my belt and made quick work of his trousers, leaving him bare below the waist.

His heart may have belonged to his god, but his body spoke otherwise. His manhood stood rigid, pointing to the night sky as I gazed hungrily down at it. I removed my boots and pants in a flash and before he could protest, I had impaled myself on his shaft, luxuriating in the feeling of being joined with a man, having him inside me.

I opened my eyes and looked down at him, wondering what his reaction would be. I was right. The look in his eyes, the utter shock out of feeling such wonderful sensations for the first time were unmistakable. I know, because I can remember feeling the same way my first time. Yes indeed, I chuckled to myself as I began riding up and down his hard cock, I was right!

I completely lost myself in the pleasures I’d denied myself for far too long. For his part, the young priest looked like he’d discovered a whole new religion, that of sex. Alas though, he decided to be stupid. Just as my orgasm was building, he made a grab for my dagger, which was still in my belt, beside me. As soon as he got hold of my dagger, he tried to stab me with it.

He didn’t get the chance, however. I took my other dagger and plunged it into his chest before he could react, and his seed burst into my greedy cunt as his life blood pored out of him. As my orgasmic high left me, as I returned to reality, I realized what I’d done. Damn, I’d left my dagger in him. I quickly took it out and wiped it on his cloak as I got up and got dressed. I had meant to stay the night here, but after tonight’s fun, I didn’t think it would be wise.

I quickly dowsed the fire and got on my horse and rode all the way to Hillok in one long trek. It only took me a day and a half of hard riding to get there. I rode into the great walled city at the break of dawn and made my way to the local inn where I paid for a room for the next month and sat down to my first hot meal in over a week. My lust and hunger satisfied, for the moment, I made my way up to my room and sank into the soft, warm bed and slept for, it felt, a year.

When I awoke, I felt refreshed and truly alive once again. I was a free woman, and the world was ripe and ready to be plucked. I got dressed and made my way downstairs where I had a quick breakfast and then made my way out onto the busy streets where merchants were, on every street corner, trying to sell their wares to anyone passing their booths. I picked up a few items, all without the merchants’ knowledge of course, and by the time I had reached my destination, a seedy little general store in the center of town, I had quite a few choice items that I could sell to the owner.

My business there, selling the stolen items, was only for show. My real business there was to make my presence known to the party that wanted to hire me. My services aren’t cheap and I don’t come halfway across the great forest for just anybody. I made my way into the shop and sold the items to the fat, balding owner while showing him the sign I had told him I would show when I arrived, a black dagger which I carried around for just such a purpose. Its hilt was made out of some kind of black crystal, and the blade was painted black, with the indention of a feather etched into it. It looked terribly impressive, but was useless as a weapon.

I showed him the dagger and told him the inn I was staying at. I made it clear that my employer was to meet me there, that evening. He nervously agreed and I left the place, feeling great. I was almost positive he was the ’employer’ himself, but he might be working as a contact for someone else. It didn’t matter.

I lost myself in the marketplace for a few hours and simply enjoyed the day, shopping and getting myself familiar with the city streets. By the time evening rolled around, I was back in my room at the inn, enjoying the hot meal that the serving boy had brought up to me. I was contemplating the ups and downs of tumbling the fellow when there came a nervous knock on the door and I knew my employer had arrived. I hurriedly sent the boy away with a few gold pieces in his pocket and laid back on the bed as the bulky man came into my room.

Sure enough, it was the balding, fat man who ran the pawn shop. He entered the room and nervously came over when I beckoned him. He sat down in the chair next to the bed and started staring at my body. I wasn’t wearing my usual black leather, I had traded all the leather for a simple red silk robe that was so thin that, while it covered everything, showed everything to the maximum effect. In plain words, the guy was practically drooling.

Just the effect I like to have on a man who I’m doing business with. Of course, if he’d been half decent to look at, it might have landed him a night of passion in the bargain, but not this night. I wasn’t about to tumble THAT. I chuckled at the thought and produced from my person the standard contract.

“Read this and then sign it. I expect half my money now, the other half after the job’s done. Any questions so far?” I looked over at him. He was busy reading the entire contract. Smart man. Disgusting, but smart. When he’d finished, he used the quill pen on the end table and signed on the bottom. He handed the contract to me and did a double take when he saw me laying on the bed wearing my usual black leather. I toyed with my black dagger and took the contract when he handed it to me. He produced a small leather pouch from his belt and handed it to me, giving me the required money.

I was impressed, he had followed all of my instructions to the letter.

“Okay, now give me the rest of the information about my target. You were supposed to…” he cut me off by producing a rolled up scroll from his sleeve and handed it to me. I unrolled it and glanced over it. It was detailed information about the guy I was going to hit.

“Um, so how soon can you have the job done?” He nervously picked at his shirt, not looking me in the eye.

“In a few days, a week at most. Any sooner depends on how much extra your willing to pay.”

He looked me in the eyes then. “I’ll add 5000 gold pieces to your fee if you’ll do it by tomorrow night. I have a personal stake in this.”

I agreed and showed him out. I had, of course, tracked the guy earlier today. He was a human warrior, one of the few humans in the mostly dwarven city guard. He was, according to my employer, a rash bullying sort who had charmed his wife away from him. When he’d challenged the big lug, the warrior had threatened the fat man with his and his ex-wife’s lives. That’s when he heard of my services apparently.

It was a good enough mark, the gold was good, and the target seemed like a challenge. A true warrior. It had been a few years since I’d had a contact against a real warrior like this. A plan formed in my mind that made me grin mischievously as I scanned the scroll in front of me. Bralok was the guy’s name. He would be at a certain seedy pub at this time of night, according to this scroll. I let the illusion drop and took off the red robe that I’d worn all evening. I knew a few simple illusions, something I’d picked up from a former lover who’d been a traveling mage. He was dead now, of course but the things he taught me before I killed him helped me from time to time.

I quickly put on the low cut black dress and high heels and looked at myself in the mirror. This dress would make just about anyone look slutty, but to my great satisfaction, I pulled it off nicely and made it look sexy! The top was strapless and showed an expanse of cleavage, and the bottom tails of the dress flowed around my upper thighs, showing off my legs to great effect. I walked out into the night and quickly made my way to the dragontail pub and entered the place, getting quite a few stares from the soldiers within.

The place was almost exclusively packed with soldiers and I quickly found my target. Bralok was in one corner of the place drinking when he noticed me. I sat down at an empty table and presented my charms at him. He grinned wickedly and walked over, introducing himself.

“Why, hello doll. What’s a classy lady like you doing in a place like this?”

“Trying to find Bralok the mighty. Know where I can find him?” This was going to be SO easy.

“Why, that’s me! My <hick> fame proceeds me. Would you like to have a few drinks with me?”

“Sure, but wouldn’t you like to go somewhere more private?” I let it hang in the air like that for him to grab, and he did, like I knew he would. I grinned to myself as he escorted me out of the place and onto his horse, where we rode back to the barracks. It appeared that he had his own quarters. That was good. As soon as we got into his private chambers, a short woman came out of his bed chambers wearing nothing but a grin, and I recognized her as the pawn broker’s wife, or ex-wife as the case may be. As soon as she saw me, she frowned and left to some side room where she stayed for the remainder of the evening. He led me straight to his bed chamber and stripped out of his armor while I stripped quickly and laid down on the bed.

I got on my back and spread my legs wide, indicating to him my desire. I was beginning to see why the lady had left that fat bastard for this guy. Once he was as naked as I was, he hopped onto the bed and got on top of me, pushing his humungous cock into me almost as soon as he got on the bed. Once he pushed his huge shaft into me however, all coherent thought left me and I wrapped my legs around his back and hung on for the ride! Gods, could he ever fuck! He rutted in and out of me like a crazed animal, and the fire he ignited in my loins was fed by the lust we both felt as he continued fucking me. I rose my hips up to meet his thrusts and lost myself completely in the fucklust which consumed both of us.

“Harder… fuck me harder!”

His slow even strokes suddenly became bone-jarring thrusts as he slammed his cock into me faster and faster. The pleasure I was experiencing suddenly burst like a giant bubble and I arched my back then collapsed underneath him as my orgasm hit me. My cunt spasming around him must have set him off as well, because he went rigid and pumped his seed into me and then collapsed onto me.

Damn, he was good. I almost considered breaking my contract, as greedy as my cunt was for this guy. I could get used to being fucked like that on a nightly basis. Ah well, there’s lots of guys out there. One less won’t matter much.

Down to business. Once he rolled to my side, I got up and made a spectacle of myself as I sexily slithered back into my clothes, teasing him all the while. Once I had my boots relaced, I went over to the bed and hopped onto him and gave him a deep kiss while I plunged my dagger into his heart. He gurgled a tad, then died right before my eyes. I wiped the blade clean, fixed my hair, then went to the side room where the pawn broker’s wife was.

As soon as I entered the room she awoke, and I, with the dagger still in my right hand, went down to her on the bed and pointed the blade at her.

“You’d best leave this place now if you don’t want to get blamed for my handiwork.” I made a quick stabbing motion in the air and she tried to scream, but I stopped her.

“You have a husband to go home to, do it. I don’t know what made you pick that sleaze bag in there over your lawfully wedded husband, but I expect you to go back to being a nice happy house wife. If you don’t, I’ll come find you, and you’ll get something twice as bad as poor Bralok in there.” There, good deed for the century out of the way.

I returned to the bedroom. grabbed Bralok’s sword and left the place, making sure the woman had left before me. I made my way to the rooftops and got to the pawn broker’s shop in record time. He was there waiting for me, as I’d arranged, and I handed him Bralok’s sword and he handed me the money and I told him to go home, that his wife would be there waiting for him. His eyes lit up and he ran down the street, happier than he’d been in a long time.

How touching.

I made my way back to the inn, packed up my things and left town before dawn. On to another city and another contract. That’s the way I like it. The life of an assassin is never dull.