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This starting chapter is a bit of a slow burner but things will heat up.

 

## Rogue Rules

As far as taverns went, The Thorny Bush was not the worst Marlow had ever visited. The ale was strong, the barmaids stronger, and most importantly, it was noisy– the sort of chaos that made it difficult to overhear any particular conversation. Marlow was counting on it.

He spotted Hellos already seated away from the bar in a darkened corner; one that looked unnaturally darker than the rest of the tavern. The young wizard looked scruffier since Marlow had last seen him. Hellos now sported a friar’s tonsure, dark beard and a burgundy robe. “Joining a monastery now, are we?” Marlow asked as he sat.

Hellos grinned. “Do you like it? It’s all the rage in the Northlands. I’m sure all the lords and ladies will be taking vows of poverty *any day* now.” He twisted a ring on his hand and for a moment, the robe and bald head dissolved, revealing the blond haired mage Marlow knew. “Not bad, right? It’s Phoellarian. Triple rune-inscribed with a demi-sigil backup.”

Marlow only half-listened when Hellos would go on a tear about “blood magic this” and “dragon-scale infused that.” If he nodded once in a while, Helios would go on for hours. He scanned the tavern for their new compatriots when the wizard put something on the table. The trinket looked like a large round pendant with a dull purple gem in its center. “What’s that?”

“It’s my latest invention. A spyglass sorts.” Hellos picked it up and held it against one eye then looked around the tavern before sliding it to Marlow. “Have a look.”

Marlow brought the glass to his eye and his jaw dropped. Everyone in the tavern appeared naked. Not a stitch of cloth. Two men at the bar stood so close he wondered their cocks would touch. A barmaid’s breasts swung free like udders with lovely pink nipples. He stared at another with a dark brown bush crowning her pussy, and a dagger strapped between her legs. *One can never be too careful*, he wondered.

“I call it a frockulus. Get it? Because it can see through clothes?”

“It’s broken.”

“What? Already?” Hellos snatched the piece and put it to his eye. “Ah. You mean the dark hooded menacing figure over there? Well, it can’t see through some enchanted clothes.”

The same figure approached their table and Marlow looked him up and down but could not pin down a defining feature. Even his height seemed impossible to estimate with the hood and cloak. Even their face was a black void. The figure dropped two acorns on the table.

Marlow relaxed and placed two acorns of his own. “So you’re Ichor, I presume? Have a seat. The Guild of Rogues says you’re the best in this city.”

Ichor said nothing, gave up nothing, except for the fact that they employed magical items for stealth. Marlow couldn’t tell if they were in a staring contest because he couldn’t see their eyes. Hellos reached out to touch their cloak and was met with the tip of a dagger. Shaking their head slowly as Hellos backed off and the thief crossed their arms.

“If we can refrain from killing each other, we have one more in our party and then we can get started,” said Marlow. “I think that’s her.”

Hellos visually defrocked the young blond woman entering the tavern but it wasn’t necessary. A sister of the Order of Moss was unmistakable in her long white robe and green sashes. Still, Hellos looked. Her eyes were green as an emerald, skin pale and breasts pierced with gold rings. He noticed something odd but said nothing until she approached and dropped her own acorns on the table.

Marlow rose and offered her a seat. “Welcome, Sister…”

“Patia,” she said nervously. “Exalted Mother sends her regards.”

“Marlow,” the swordsman said, then pointed across the table. “That’s Hellos, and our quiet friend is Ichor.”

“Blessed be,” said Patia. She reached inside her sleeve and pulled out a small satchel. It made a considerable *clink* as it fell onto the table and Marlow swiped it before anyone would notice. “Half up front, as was discussed. Now, how do you plan to steal back the Order’s Sacral Egg?”

“Don’t worry, Sister. Plans have been laid. We have a tradition to uphold, don’t we, Hellos?”

The wizard sighed. “Get blind drunk to celebrate our partnership?”

“Yes!” Marlow said enthusiastically. As he walked to the knife-strapping barmaid, Hellos leaned over to Sister Patia.

“I wonder if you and I can speak in private?” Hellos pointed to her belly. “It’s about *that*.”

In a flash, Sister Patia’s face turned bright red. “I- yes. Let’s discuss it in private.”

 

He rose and led her upstairs to a bedroom he’d rented, then cast another spell at the door. “Don’t worry, no one can see or hear us. Now. Please tell me about the strange armor you wear.”

Patia blushed. “Good sir, it’s not armor. Not exactly.” She pulled a drawstring at her collar and her robe and garb loosened, falling at her waist. Silver rings pierced each nipple. Undoing her belt, the fabric fell to the floor and revealed a silver codpiece that covered her entire sex. Delicate filigree had been etched along the edges of it, with more intricate designs carved in the center, a symmetry of palm fronds, ferns, and a lotus flower.

Hellos wondered it looked like a pussy. “Why do you wear it?”

She fidgeted with her hands, trying not to look him in the eye but did nothing to hide her exposed breasts. “It’s a trial, one undertaken by all my sisters. We call it the Wayward Walk. This is my walker.”

“Wayward Walk?”

“For three moons, I must refrain from connecting with the goddess, I cannot release my spirit to her.” Patia rubbed the etchings on the walker, running circles over the filigree and she whimpered. “It has been two moons…”

Chastity. It seemed an especially hard challenge to Hellos, since this order’s powers came from sexual prowess. It is said that a night spent in the temple of Moss could revive the dead, or at least a dead bedroom. Hellos put his hand on her shoulder. “You must be very frustrated.”

Staring at him, she took his hand and dragged it slowly over her breast. When he started to massage her, Patia bit her lip and moaned. The air around her felt warmer and the ends of her hair began to lift. She stepped close and moved his other hand to her cheek. “Yes,” she whispered. “Sooo frustrated.”

Hellos had never felt air so electric. Somehow it interfered with his magical disguise and the bearded monk disappeared altogether, revealing his true body: thin arms and legs and a sizable bulge pointing from his silk robe. He kissed her deeply, pushing his tongue into her mouth and imagined it was her vaulted pussy, so warm and wet.

Dropping to her knees, Patia untied his robe and pulled down his undergarment. Hellos’ cock bounced on her face and she began to stroke him. “You have quite the wand, magician,” she said.

Hellos was in heaven, but remembered the walker. “Are you sure? Won’t this make your situation worse?”

She nodded. “That’s the trial. I may and must help others give their offerings to the Goddess, but I cannot send it. I can only store it until it is time for my release.”

“What do you mean by ‘save’ it?” he asked. She answered by sucking his cock all the way to his base. “Oh gods, yes!”

Patia was skilled. She fondled his balls as she slid his cock in and out of her mouth. As Hellos trembled, losing himself to pleasure, he reached for her hair and pulled, going even deeper down her throat.

He’d never experienced a blowjob like this before. Patia’s tongue seemed to coil around his shaft like a snake inside her mouth. The dull ache in his loins grew more urgent and he knew he was close. “Sister…”

She buried her face into his hairy mound and then, using a knuckle, placed the slightest pressure between his balls and anus.

It sent him over the edge, shaking as if he’d been struck by lightning. “Fuck!” Pulse after pulse of come shot from his cock into Patia’s mouth and she milked him harder, faster, taking every last drop of his seed.

Thin ropes of spit joined her mouth to his tip as she pulled away, panting and smiling. “That is how I collect. Thank you for your donation.”

Hellos fell on the ground with her and kissed her again, tasting a part of himself still in her. “You deserve release, Sister. Will you let me give it to you?”

She shook her head. “It is forbidden to remove the walker.”

“I won’t have to,” he said and held her from behind, wrapping his arms around her naked body. Pulling a river stone from his discarded robe, he rubbed it along her inner thigh. “See? Nothing, right? It’s cool to the touch. But imbue it with a little magic…”

His fingers glowed blue and the rock began to warm, then hum, until it practically buzzed against her skin. Patia gasped. “Allow me.”

Hellos held the stone against the silver etching and the whole metal contraption buzzed loudly. Patia nearly leaped out of her skin but fell back into his lap. Reaching behind for his neck, Patia held onto him as the stone shook everything from the waist down. As she writhed with pleasure, Hellos twisted another breast to intensify her arousal. Patia looked ecstatic.

“Wait. Wait,” she panted and Hellos stopped the stone. “I cannot. It’s forbidden.”

“But you said the walker.”

Patia shook her head. “The Goddess will know if I skirt around the rules. I will know. This was delightful, but I must ask you to stop.”

He nodded but slid the stone under the walker.

Patia tried to pull it out but the walker prevented her fingers from grabbing it. “What are you doing?”

The wizard rubbed two fingers together and the stone buzzed again, under the walker and Patia groaned again, her eyes rolling back. Just as fast, the stone stopped. “There. Now you won’t know when it comes. Not your fault if someone else triggers your release, right?”

Catching her breath, Patia folded her hands around his cock. “Blessed Be.”

 

Ichor did not follow the pair when they left the table. Instead, she watched Marlow navigate the bar with a cup of ale in one hand and the magical eyepiece in the other. Drunk and horny leadership did not bode well for the caper, she wondered.

Behind the magical veil, Ichor smiled. “Perfect.”

NSFW: yes

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