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## Rogue Rules Chapter 2

Marlow returned with four cups of ale but only Ichor remained. “Where’s everyone?”

Ichor shifted her head slightly, nodding towards the stairwell leading to the rooms upstairs. She’d seen enough blushed expressions on maidens to know what was on Patia’s mind, and Hellos’ face was an open book. More like an open robe.

“I’ll be generous and give ’em twenty minutes before I break down the door. Ever been with a Moss Temple sister? Sexual deviants, but they know how to heal. I bet he’s healing his brains out now.” Marlow looked up at the ceiling, imagining the debauchery he was missing. “Maybe I’ll give him ten minutes. What about you, thief? Ever dip your cock in a holy priestess?”

Ichor slowly shook her head. *He doesn’t know,* she wondered. Either the enchantment on her cape and hood were exceptional at hiding any trace of femininity or Marlow was an idiot. Perhaps both were true. She’d wondered that swordsmen were adept at judging a situation, to make split decisions of life or death. That was certainly the case with the castle guards she personally knew. One in particular– the older captain of the guard, Bick– was able to understand her nightly jaunts outside the palace. That the recent spate of burglaries had been committed by the princess herself. The price for his silence and cooperation was not steep, but he took her modesty. Again, and again, and the princess-*cum*-thief *loved* paying.

“If you’ve never been, then you should definitely come upstairs. We could take turns or, if you don’t mind, we could have her at the same time.” He drank two more ales and belched loudly. Whatever magic Hellos had cast to make their table less conspicuous had worn off and more than a few heads turned in their direction. Marlow’s grin faded. “Are you coming up?”

Ichor crossed her arms.

“Suit yourself, weirdo” he said, rising. “Tomorrow. Seven AM. Southern gate.”

She waited until Marlow bounded up the stairs before she slipped out the back door, unseen. Even though she was a princess in her own city, she could not risk being seen beyond the castle walls. It was unladylike, her mother would say: to go out at night unescorted. But at night, Princess Chloe transformed into a rogue’s rogue, a card carrying Guild member named Ichor. No treasure room, no vault, no strongbox was safe from her deft fingers.

It didn’t take long to retrace her steps back to a nondescript alley close to the castle. The dead end looked undisturbed as she’d left it. Fishing out a key, Ichor pressed it into the wall until her hand passed through solid stone. Looking around once more, she stepped through the portal and entered a dark tunnel. The air was cold and damp with a persistent sound of water dripping somewhere in the distance. It was an old storm drain, long blocked off by one of her ancestors. At least, only physically. She started down the corridor in darkness, guided by her hand trailing against the stone walls. *Time to be Princess Chloe again*, she sighed.

A strong hand grabbed her wrist and spun her backwards before slamming her chest into the wall. She struggled to unpin herself but her captor had more leverage.

A low voice growled in her ear. “Hello, princess.”

Bick. In the darkness she imagined the middle aged guard in leathers with the royal standard on his chest. He wasn’t the biggest of the Royal Gaurd, but he was the finest in many more interesting methods. Chloe heard the rattle of chains and felt a pair of shackles lock over her wrists. The guard spun her around again. She couldn’t see it coming but felt his lips press against hers in the darkness. It had all the heat and urgency she’d come to expect on her returns to the castle. As he pressed on, pulling down the hood to kiss the crook of her neck, Chloe moaned, letting her arousal spread warmth between her legs. All the while, she set to picking her chains.

The shackles had been her idea. “Give my hands something to do or they’ll get into mischief,” she’d said to him once. It turned into a game. If she could free herself before Bick came, then he was not allowed to at all. Luckily, Bick was not a sprinter. Chloe felt his hand slide inside her leggings, two fingers searching for her pussy. She gasped when her lips spread for him, inviting those fingers to the wet space inside. “I haven’t hidden any gems there, captain, but you’re welcome to search me anyway.”

Bick rolled her leggings down to her ankles and played with her pussy in earnest. It felt so good to have his thick callused fingers in her cunt. She tightened around them, sliding up and down against the wall as he fingered her faster.

“What did you steal?” he whispered close to her ear. “Shall I search your other cavities? I know you like me to be thorough.”

When a finger tapped against her asshole, the princess shook her head. “Not tonight. There’s something big happening. Someone means to rob my jubilee,” Chloe said, panting.

Bick stopped. “Who’d be stupid enough to steal from you, on the most celebrated day of the year?”

“The funny thing is, I want them to succeed.” Chloe pulled her arms out from behind her and dropped the unlocked shackles at his feet. “It’s for a good cause.”

She explained how the Sacral Egg was an essential relic to the Sisters of the Moss. And that she suspected it was taken by Lord Hardbottom, who owned the lands surrounding the temple. Like his namesake, he was a real asshole. Politically, she could not turn down the gift either. The only solution would be to steal it from herself.

“You’d have to get it past my guards, you know. Past me.”

“I know. But this party is interesting. I suspect they might have an inside angle. And speaking of inside angles, I want you to come inside me. Now.”

Bick looked confused as the princess unbuckled his belt and stroked his cock to life. “But the shackles. The game?”

“No game, not tonight,” she said. His cock felt hot in her hands, already dripping with precum. Chloe jumped on him like a cat, holding onto his shoulders while her legs wrapped around his torso. She lowered her wet slit and teased his tip. A rogue’s climbing ability was unmatched, and she could fuck him like this for hours.

Bick pushed them into the wall and his cock thrust deep into her pussy, but Chloe held on. His cock was like a thick trunk that spread her lips and filled her every aching crevice. It was raw and brutal and Chloe relished the exquisite pleasure of getting her hole serviced by this man.

She kissed him and threw his face into her neck again, savoring his mouth against her skin as the noise of their fucking echoed in the tunnel. Toes curled, the princess tried to hold out longer but Bick was too much and as he grabbed her ass for more grip, she came hard, squeezing his cock between her walls.

The captain didn’t last much longer. A grunt, a heavy sigh, and then his warmth shooting to the back of her pussy. He filled her to overflowing. Easing her off his fading member, Bick lowered her back to her feet. “What do you want me to do? About the jubilee.”

“Nothing, for now. I have another meeting tomorrow morning, probably to learn the plan. All I want you to do is to continue planning the security as normal.” She pulled up her leggings, now drenched in cream and come, which brought a smile to her face. “Also tomorrow, bring better shackles.”

NSFW: yes

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