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Desert Thief: From Royalty

Nestled far in the desert sat a city with tall towers and hanging gardens. Cold wind blew through the desert night and cut through and around the buildings. The nobility of the city gathered and walked towards the center. They all wore masks and laughed in their desert flower colored costumes. Anyone could smell the liquor on their lips from a mile away and the perfume dotting their bodies. The scents mixed with hints of jasmine, spice and various berries. That long line of noble folk ended near the center of the city where the palace gates were open to those who had been invited to the festival. Those who were lowborn stuck to their own residential area. None who were not invited wanted to be taken by the aggressive guards and put away, or risk losing their lives for a brief glance at what was going on. There was only one sign of movement that did not belong, a shuffling, a shifting within the flowers of a hanging garden near the far wall of the palace. There, a fennec fox with twitching ears wearing a cloak of black poked his head out. He looked down and around with a nervous titter before lowering himself so he was at level with the wall while hanging from the many plants on the hanging garden. He then leaped onto the wall itself. He balanced on the flat edge before slipping down the side, digging his claws into the various shapes and ornate designs that dotted the inner wall. Once he was on the palace grounds he looked up and began making his way up the side towards an open window. A thief had entered the grounds and none were the wiser.

The climb had been easy enough. There were arches and small openings he could take advantage of all over the all too pretty palace. Soon the desert fox was throwing himself up and over the window sill and into the actual palace itself. Farhan stood in the middle of a lamplit hall with the walls covered in tapestries of all colors and a few paintings here and there. His amber eyes twitched and darted from side to side before he stood up straight and let out a sigh. He wore a sleeveless vest underneath the cloak and a sirwal wrapped with a faded sash, a dagger looped through the sash. His paw was on that dagger as he looked around until he made sure the coast was clear. All the guards were near the palace gates and at the festivities most likely. The pig-headed nobility would be too drunk on alcohol and whatever smoke they were choking on to notice that someone was searching through the palace that wasn't supposed to be there. The festivities were all being held on the opposite side of the palace where the courtyard was. Still, he had to be wary of wandering guards and the off chance that he would run into some drunk noble who had gotten lost, and so, with quiet steps he was off to find his ticket to a meal.

He wandered the halls of the palace looking for what he desired. Occasionally, he found a drunk and passed out guard against the wall or in the middle of the hall. He had to sneer every time he stepped over the armored fools. They had been drinking themselves silly by the smell of them. He couldn't blame them. While the king, queen and nobles were having the time of their lives, the guards still had to work like any other person. Of course, they were also very well paid and so he didn't feel any guilt about leaning down to pluck a few purses and place them on his sash. It wasn't too hard to line his pockets from the guards, but he wanted to find something just a bit more valuable for his troubles.

Now, it was hard not to get too distracted. He'd run across guest rooms with folk drunk in their beds and all sorts of food items here and there. A few stray fruits missing wouldn't make anyone too mad and so he ate graciously of dates and a few other choice fruits while wandering the halls of the palace. Perhaps he could get his fill by stealing from the purses of drunken nobility and guards around the guest rooms and that wouldn't be so bad. Soon he found himself another choice trail, a single bottle pointed the way to a line of bottles heading through the halls and around the corner. He followed expecting to find another fool at the end of them asleep and dreaming of the fun they had. When he finally got to the end of the trail he found himself at closed double doors. Tilting his head he figured that it was a larger room for couples. Carefully, quietly, he opened the door and poked his head inside.

The room was much larger than the rest with soft cushions along the floor and incense set in the center of the room. The bed itself was surrounded by curtains and he couldn't see who was behind it, but he did see a shapely silhouette. The trail of bottles continued to the bed and he had to smile as he entered the room. The figure behind the curtains must have been sloshed. He found himself a dresser where atop of it there was a gem befitting a queen sitting atop of it and locked into a choker. As he picked it up, he looked to see the curve of a woman turning in the bed. His eyes grew wide as he saw that shape, and what a pretty shape that was. A noble woman would most likely have a lot on her coin purse, and a peek wouldn't hurt. With a shrug of his shoulders, he moved to the bed, paw carefully inching closer and closer to the curtains to pull them aside. With wide eyes, he saw a sight that had the blood draining from his cheeks. If it wasn't for the sandy fur on his body he would have surely paled as he saw the form of the queen there before him. The lioness was a strong woman with shapely thighs and a curved body. Her eyes were shut and she slept with an empty wine glass in paw and she was dressed in something that had the warmth returning to his cheeks. There she wore a long skirt and half-top made of something see-through. It was enough to put a bulge on his trousers, but not enough to make him want to stay any longer than he needed to.

When Farhan was turning around to leave, he heard the shifting of the covers far too late. He turned back to the queen to see a white steel curved dagger against his throat. The queen was sitting up with a dagger held in one paw and empty wine glass in the other. Her chestnut eyes were narrowed and he could hear a rumbling growl from the back of her throat. Farhan had his paws up in defense with his ears back as she spoke, "Think I did not hear you? Are you an assassin with that little boot knife of yours? Speak plainly, I am in no mood to play games."

Farhan tried to wet his dry mouth as he made his case, "I uh, you see my queen. I uh, am a new servant?"

The queen dropped her wine glass and took the dagger from his sash and turned it before her gaze, "Hm, I don't remember my idiot husband allowing servants to carry these...Now again, who are you and what are you doing here. I am in no mood!"

Farhan let out a hiss of air as he felt the point of her dagger against his neck, "Ah ah ah, I'm a thief, a simple thief looking for a way to eat, nothing more, nothing less."

The queen raised a brow and brought the dagger a few inches from his neck to give him some room to breathe, "A thief? Then why were your eyes on me? Did you expect me to have something you could pinch? Or perhaps you thought me some sort of slumbering maiden to be taken?"

Farhan coughed, "The uh, the first one..."

The queen rolled her eyes, "Typical...I cannot even attract the lustful eyes of a common thief. Tell me, what do you see when you look at me?"

Though it was a bit odd for her to ask such a question, he answered honestly, "A woman looking to attract men with a sensual body and outfit."

She sneered and raised her brows at that one, "So you can be honest, or perhaps you're trying to flatter me. My husband would have cut your tongue for that, but I? I simply see honesty and I can appreciate that. Fennec thief, would you lend me your ears for a moment? The alcohol is still coursing through my veins and I'm willing to make a mistake."

He wasn't sure if he could deny her at this point and so he simply said, "Of course my queen."

She rolled her eyes and folded her legs while leaning back on the bed, "Queen...Please, I give you permission while we speak frankly to call me Naima."

Farhan bowed his head, "Uh, very well Naima"

Naima set aside both of the daggers she had in paw and pat the spot next to her, "Come, sit with me. Tell me your name before we speak."

The fennec fox blinked before moving to sit next to her, "I uh...My name is Farhan."

"Farhan." Said the queen, sounding out the word with a purr which brought a shiver down his spine. He wasn't sure what she had planned for him, but at the moment she simply looked up at the ceiling. If he didn't know better, he'd say that she was feeling a bit awkward about sitting there near drunk while talking to a thief.

Unsure of what to do, he did what he'd do with one of his friends, "I...I suppose we aren't here to talk about me though. Farhan is my name, that is all you need to know, yes? You can speak of yourself now, that is what you wanted, right?"

Naima looked to him with a raised brow. He wasn't sure if what he had said had come off as genuine, or insulting, but a smile on her face put him at ease. With a sigh she brought her paw up to turn it in the air, "You're right...What a thing. The queen of this land needing to vent her feelings to a common thief, but I'm partially plastered and maybe shouldn't care at all, my husband certainly doesn't."

With a sigh she stretched out and laid the back of her head on his leg. Farhan's ears shot up along with his brows. Her digits reached to feel under his chin softly as she continued on, "You see, darling thief, ours was a marriage arranged. At first, I was overjoyed. The king visited me often and professed his love. He seemed a passionate man and so I was more than willing to accept. My family certainly enjoyed the status, but what a thing. How would I have known that he would have treated our marriage like a business deal? In one night to plow me once and then out to let me sleep by myself...Tell me, does a man share the bed of his lover? Does a man not bed his wife properly?"

Farhan answered with a dry mouth, "I-it isn't my place to question my King..."

Naima smiled and gave his cheek a pat, "Speak plainly...The walls are thick."

Farhan took a breath before speaking his mind, "The king sounds like an idiot. The embrace of a loved one in bed is...is something nice. It gives comfort, and, and maybe I do not have a wife, but I've spent time with lovers and friends all the same. Just, perhaps not as much as I'd like even."

Naima reached with her other paw to cup both of his cheeks, "Sweet fennec...Tell me, do I look like a woman that you would spend your night with?"

Farhan felt his heart sink while all at the same time his cheeks burned and his loins reacted, "I...I would most definitely. You are prettier than most and wearing such a tempting outfit. What type of man would I be? But I'm terribly frightened."

Naima pulled him down close and whispered to his lips, "Don't be...My husband will know nothing."

And then their lips were clasped together in a heated embrace. Farhan had little choice but to accept, but his body certainly did not protest and his paws soon began feeling over her shoulders in response. He had not expected to be stealing the queen herself, but why not? Might as well make the night truly worth it.

The strength of her hold on his face softened as their tongues began to press between their lips. At this point, Farhan began to turn eager for her attention. He started to tug her against him and test the water as his claws dug beneath her fur, one to reach down her back and the other to reach around to her chest.

For a moment, their lips parted so she could let out a little moan from the touch as his digits brushed against her nipples. In a breathy tone, he whispered, "I wonder how drunk you could be with such a strong grip and you haven't been slurring your words at all."

The queen purred, "Excuses make it easier to make a mistake."

"Naima, I agree, but..."

"But what?" The queen asked while leading his head closer to her so she could very gently plant kisses on his neck, he certainly didn't struggle.

"But if I get caught then it'll be my balls hung." He said dryly.

Naima giggled and dragged her tongue against his neck, "That is only if we get caught...And you've suddenly grown bold, why the questions now?"

She pulled away to show she had the dagger back in paw and had it against his neck, but he called her game and grabbed her wrist, ducking beneath the dagger and leaning in to bite her neck. Naima gasped and she let his digits work through her own to take the dagger away and toss it aside.

When he pulled his mouth away he spoke against her, "I figure that's what you want..."

Again the queen lioness purred, "Good...You know, I've only ever been taken by that oaf king, so show me, show me your body and show me how a common thief takes his women."

Farhan was allowed to get off of the bed. There he stood before the watchful gaze of the queen who laid on her side. She watched him with a narrowed gaze and a smirk while her tail flicked from side to side and her paw slid down her hips. Again he felt his loins stir in response and his cock pushing against his trousers against his bitter judgment. He could walk away now. He could take the dagger from the floor and he could just leave, but there was something about her gaze, the way she laid there and purred while watching him that commanded his paws to begin stripping. Farhan knew he was making a mistake by taking the queen like he would one of his friends or one of the women from the bath house, but then again, he could also benefit from this if no one ever found out.

Soon enough, his russet-furred body was revealed to her. He could see Naima appraising his lithe form, her eyes stopping at his cock before she moved to sit up at the edge of the bed and beckon him forth with the call of her digits. He answered the summons but decided to take control for himself. He avoided her embrace and instead slid down her body with kisses against her chest through her clothing, down her navel, and all the way down to her crotch where his lips met her skirt. She eyed him with a bit of suspicion but gasped as he brushed aside her skirt to bite her inner thigh softly. There he brought his tongue out to drag beneath her fur and against her toned thigh. He dragged his tongue lower and lower until he met the slit of her cunt and she gasped out. He kissed there softly to tease and with his eyes closed moved his tongue across her pussy. Naima let out sweet little moans, her legs shaking as he took two digits to press inside of her. It showed that she hadn't been with a proper lover.

Farhan's soft touches had her squirming, her paws opening and closing as she wasn't sure whether to keep her paws on him, or on the bed. While his digits pushed inside of her, his tongue kept flicking against her pussy, his other paw moving to press a digit against her cunt to search around for that sensitive button. With this new move, Naima wrapped her strong legs around him to pull him closer. He only smiled a bit as he continued to lick and kiss at her cunt, his digits working lovingly to service her. He could feel her shaking through her legs, her moans growing louder and little squeaks sounding off along with the moans. He felt her claws suddenly grip at his shoulders and he winced as she began to squeeze tightly, but he continued working despite her vice grip on his shoulders. Soon he heard her let out a squeal and felt her body and insides tighten around his digits and around his body. She squeezed and moaned aloud while shaking violently before letting him go, a gush of her pleasure hitting his tongue. When she finally allowed him free, he rose to his feet and set his cock atop of her crotch, grinding it softly while leaning down to kiss at her chest.

Her digits then sunk through the fur atop of his head as she purred out the words, "I...I might have to keep you as a servant around the castle at this rate...You know...I am not entirely without influence and control."

Her words were said between breaths as she still seemed to reel from her sudden orgasm, but he wasn't sure if she should be making that type of offer, of if he should be considering it, and so, he answered, "Maybe something to discuss after this...You wanted me to fuck you like a common woman right?"

Naima narrowed her eyes, "I...I didn't say that--"

Her words were cut off with a yelp and then a hiss as Farhan turned her onto her stomach. Her head whipped back to look at him with narrowed eyes full of fire until he pressed the tip of his cock against her sensitive slit. She then shivered, her gaze wavering for just a bit. She then gasped as her rear was brought up in the air by the base of her tail, Farhan tugging lightly as he pushed his cock inside of her slowly. She moaned aloud and shivered as she slumped against the bed, her eyes closing now as Farhan continued to press inside of her. With a few inches inside of her, he thrust deep inside of her pussy, his free paw slapping at her rear lightly before gripping. She squeaked as he began to drive his hips to her.

Rocking back and forth, he leaned in to kiss at her back while tugging her tail and thrusting to her. At first, he moved slowly, back and forth, again and again, to take her before his movements started growing faster with every push to her. She gasped and trembled with the slightest of movements. It seemed as if she were losing herself in all of the sensations. At this point, the queen was even calling his name out with such a loving tenor that his hips began to take a desperate speed. She had been scowling at one point from being bent over and taken like a common woman, but now she was moaning and thrusting her hips back like a common whore, though he'd never say that. While keeping his thoughts to himself, he thrust deep inside of her and his knot kissed at her pussy. She gasped out and jolted forward as she felt bulbous flesh press inside of her. Meanwhile, Farhan was lost in his own lust and barely noticed that his instincts were taking over.

Farhan's cock was twitching inside of her while warmth began building in his gut and loins. He huffed out as he continued thrusting rapidly now. Naima herself was simply moaning aloud and enjoying the passionate affection. Before he could even realize what he himself was doing, he thrust himself deep inside of the lioness and began grinding his knot to her pussy. Naima gasped and nearly collapsed as she felt his knot stretching her apart. She groaned as with a wet pop her pussy spread wide for every inch of his member, knot and all.

Farhan came back to his senses when he was already knotted in her. He panted and placed both paws on her rear, spreading it so he could see his handy work, "Perhaps...Perhaps I should pull out."

Naima purred out, "No...No no no...Don't you even think about it."

Farhan began to tug his hips away but shivered as he found it nearly impossible to remove his knot without stretching her too far. At the same time, he didn't want to pull out, it felt too good to be inside of her. She had asked him to stay, asked him to keep his cock buried deep in her hot pussy, and so he breathed out and leaned over her to begin grinding against her. His twitching cock brushed against her warm and wet inner walls. Her slick insides only grew hotter as he kept grinding to her and he swore it felt like she was trying to milk his cock. He couldn't hold back, couldn't stop himself, and so he pressed himself against her as hard as he could and began to let out every drop of his cum into her pussy. Naima gasped out as Farhan's twitching cock began to let out rope after rope of hot seed inside of her. She moaned despite knowing what his cum inside of her meant and she moaned despite having another man atop of her.

Farhan breathed out as he emptied his load inside of the needy queen. While his cock continued twitching more she moaned out, "By the goddess, does it ever end?"

The fennec fox shifted as he breathed out against her body, "Well queen...I'm a bit pent up, plus I did knot you. It takes a bit to go down."

She turned her head with a suddenly irritated look mixed with the pleasure, "I thought I told you--"

Farhan silenced her with a lover's kiss, his mouth against hers and his eyes shut. Her ears flicked up for a moment before she melted to his touch, melted to his kiss. She purred as they kissed there on the bed. While their lips connected and their tongues flicked out, Farhan's cock still twitched to occasionally let out another load of cum. He was breeding a queen who probably had an extremely territorial husband, but what did it matter? He was already inside of her, might as well take it all the way. Hopefully, he'd be far away from the palace if they discovered her fat with a fennec fox's child.

When his orgasm finished she pulled her mouth away and sighed happily while purring, "You're still so hard...Do you think you could pull out now?"

Farhan gripped onto her rear and pulled away to try and tug his cock out of her. Slowly his knot began stretching her again until he managed to finally yank out of her pussy with a wet pop and a gasp from her lips. She panted and her hips trembled as cum dripped between her legs. Farhan stared at the scene, his cock still twitching and hard. He was still hungry for more, but it was best not to push the queen and so he gave her rear a soft pat and allowed her to roll onto her back.

Naima purred aloud, "That was wonderful thief." She paused when she looked between them to see that he was still hard, her paws moving to grip at his member, "And yet...You still present me with this."

Before he could answer. The queen sat up to take his cock in paw and stroke it. Her eyes were half-lidded and dreamy and she looked as if she were appraising a fine gem. Farhan had to admit that he hadn't expected the queen to be quite so, lustful, or so interested in his body, but there she was stroking his cock. She moved gently at first, practically paying service to his member with soft pumps. She leaned in closer and without his request began to drag her tongue against the tip of his cock. Farhan brought his paw to the back of her head to pull her closer, again testing the waters. She didn't seem to mind as she allowed his paw to lead her closer. She even brought her mouth around his cock to begin suckling on it gently, curiously. Even when he began thrusting to her mouth, she continued to purr and drag her tongue dutifully around his member. She seemed to enjoy it enough and so Farhan took advantage with love.

To think that the queen would so willingly service him. It was enough to make his body warm and his hips suddenly jolt forward in excitement. It didn't take too long for his sensitive cock to react to her mouth, his member twitching in her maw and suddenly spraying a thick load against her tongue. The queen's eyes widened and at first she gagged, but rather than pull her mouth away, she began swallowing. She shut her eyes and trembled and drank down every drop. Farhan watched with a certain hunger in his eyes while she drank his cum down. When he finally finished his orgasm, he thrust once more into her mouth before slipping his cock out.

She licked at her lips and looked at him with a small smile, "I did well I assume?"

He rubbed behind her ears while responding, "You did. Am I free to leave?"

Naima kissed at his paw and nuzzled to it, an eye open and staring at him, "Lie with me..."

Farhan heard her love-addled tone and looked from her to the door of the room. He should leave, but...but he could just lie with her for a few moments. That wouldn't hurt and so he allowed himself to be led down to the bed, allowed the queen to pull the covers over them both, and allowed her mouth to grace his once more for a kiss and allowed the darkness of the curtains to close out any other thought while he laid against Naima.

It was in the middle of his slumber that he opened both eyes to the sound of heavy boots. In the darkness, he could see the outline of the queen on her knees near the edge of the bed. When he moved she shushed him, but said no more and made no other sound. The door opened with a slam and a hardy voice came, "I'll search the queen's room! Remember, the thief was around this section of the palace."

Damn! They were searching for him and they were in this room. What was he going to do! Suddenly, he felt the warmth of the queen's mouth over his. His eyes grew wide in the darkness as he felt her paw on his sheath. She grabbed on and began stroking. Soon enough his cock responded to her touch and she squeezed onto his shaft. What was she doing!? Trying to make it even easier for him to get murdered by the guard?

Just when he was going to make his move against her, he felt hot breath against his ear, "Be still my thief. Lie back and let me handle this."

With a shiver, he did as he was instructed. His eyes were adjusted now and he could see Naima getting on his lap with her back facing him. She took his cock in paw and pressed the tip inside of herself and slid down firmly. She began to rock back and forth quickly. It wasn't even that long before all of his cock was inside of her except for his knot. She brought her hips down firmly once and moaned just as the curtain's opened and a flustered guard covered his eyes, "My queen!" He exclaimed.

Naima continued to drag her hips up and down quickly, her body shaking even though her voice came out with authority, "Yes? You're interrupting something rather pressing."

The guard stuttered, "I...I didn't think you'd be with the king."

"The king isn't here buffoon."

"But your highness...Isn't this?"

"Cheating? Adultery? Yes...And you value your livelihood yes? So be a darling and stay quiet about this. Now, what is it that you want."

The guard cleared his throat to speak while Naima's hips worked that just faster, "I...We were looking for a thief that has been taking from the guest rooms and the guards around this wing."

"Well, he's not here. Do you simply enjoy watching? Or would you rather join and clean up after this man?" Naima made a point of slammed her hips down to take every single inch which pressed his knot inside of her pussy. The situation, the way she was talking, the risk of being caught, it was too much to handle along with her hips moving. He started to cum and cum hard, his seed shooting up inside of her and against her inner walls. It made her squirm and moan, losing her composure before the guard.

The guard tripped over his words before he made a hasty salute and turned to leave. When the guard shut the doors, Naima shuddered and looked back at Farhan with a small smile and narrowed eyes, "That was close wasn't it?"

Farhan panted, "Yes...I...That was very close."

They waited for a few nervous moments in silence before Naima took herself off of his lap, knot popping, her mouth parting to let out a little gasp in response. Once that was finished she laid back on him with a slump and sighed, "Far too close...But worth it...I must reward you."

Farhan snorted, "Queen...You gave me a night with the most powerful woman in this land...Plus that last bit was more than just a bit enjoyable."

With a giggle, she answered, "I could tell...I might end up pregnant after all that."

Farhan cleared his throat, "I...Yes, that could happen."

"Do you plan on stealing from the palace some more?"

Farhan could see in her eyes what the question really meant, and what she desired, "Perhaps...If the guards stay as lax as they are tonight...If the queen wishes...She may find me during the day working at the bath houses running errands for extra coin. If I'm not there, then there will be folk who will know where I am."

Naima sat up and purred, "Good...Now then. A reward."

Farhan sat up and hopped off the bed to grab his clothes, "I don't need a reward like I said."

When he finished getting dressed he turned to have his lips kissed and her dagger in its sheath planted in his paw. It was heavier than his own and certainly better made, much more valuable at that. When he pulled his lips away he looked down to the dagger and offered it back to her with a frown. She gripped it and pushed it to him with a small smile, "Take it...It will serve you better than a simple tuft of my fur or a piece of cloth. Now, when we meet again be sure to tell tales of your thieving ventures."

With a wink, she gave him another kiss and stepped away. Farhan looked to her as he backed to the door and brought his hood up. He turned and opened the door to leave in a rush. He ran through the halls to the window he had come through and leaped out, turning around to grip at the window sill and begin his climb down. He made his way down to the ground and then back up over the wall as quickly as he could. Once he was over the wall he leaped to the hanging garden that had served as his hiding place, but only used it to head back down to the ground floor of the city where he began a mad dash home. Three pouches full of a gold, a steel curved dagger, and the queen's lust and love. What a night, what a night to be alive! He felt excited and terrified all at once! Even if it had been fun, he hoped that his next take would not be this stressful and that the king would never figure out who had planted their seed within the queen.