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The small hours of the night are when I do my best thieving. Too many people roam around during the day, and not enough places to hide. Most guards aren’t paid enough to investigate every movement they see in the shadows. My small form is silent when I skitter along your floors. My name is Zeki, a Kobold from the south of the great city of Zadikar. The city is known for its minerals, and the valuable commodities its residents make with them. Oh so many valuable things, and yet there is not enough attention paid to keeping them locked up. Who am I to complain? It makes it all the easier for me.

I just spent the last of my money from my previous heist on an ornate silk robe from the western side of the continent. I look at myself in a mirror at the market. The robe is colored gold with intricate black stitching making swirling patterns all over. A purple silk sash ties it closed. The glossy finish reflects the purple hue on my scales and the orange tint of my eyes well. I believe my talent should allow me to buy nice things every once in a while, even if I have to steal more often to afford it.

As I pay for the robe I’m already thinking about my next target. I picked it out just last night. A blacksmith, one of the best on this side of the city (or at least one of the most expensive.) Rostam was his name, as I figured from it being written on the shop sign. Yesterday I saw an ad for his services posted on a notice board in a local cafe, so I paid his shop a visit. He’s a blue and white-scaled dragon; exquisitely sculpted as a mark of his trade. His shop has little to steal, but the price he demanded and the golden rings that wrapped around his horns gave away the sort of life he lives at home.

I approached his shop again at closing time, still dressed in my new clothes (I like to steal in style after all.) I kept far enough back to avoid detection. My eyes are rather large and well tuned so I can keep a larger berth than most. This part of town is normally quite busy, but when the sun goes down Rostam's shop is the only thing keeping this street from total desertion. The shop was in two parts: a small boxy building made of grey and dusty bricks, and an outdoor pavilion paved with differently-sized limestone blocks where the forging took place.

Rostam emerged from the drab little building carrying a large metal box on his shoulder. I knew it was full of gemstones and other valuables he would be an idiot to keep unattended. I was tempted to rush him, kick him in the balls and steal whatever valuables I could fit in my two hands! Of course with his muscles he could reduce me to giblets in a single blow. Not the best idea. He entered his house after about ten minutes of uneventful stalking.

The street his house was on contained an annoying amount of oil street lamps that illuminated the red-brick paving. The road was wide as many streets are in affluent neighborhoods to accommodate the landing of flying dragons. From afar I watched Rostam enter his house which felt far too large for a single person (but maybe I shouldn’t be one to judge others spending choices.) It was two stories tall. A thick carved oak door protected the entrance, framed in white, and surrounded by the red-brick walls. The brick pattern was the same all the way up to the black sloped roof.

I was hidden in a bush, scanning the windows of surrounding houses to ensure nobody was watching. Most had their lights off, including the blacksmith’s. I’ve been doing this long enough to know that few people actually care to look out their windows this late at night. I swiftly crossed the street and leaped over the iron fence into his backyard. It was a well maintained space. Perhaps a quarter of an acre, with a small fountain in the middle of the yard and some bushes along the fence defining the perimeter. To my left was the back patio with wooden columns supporting a roof, where light flowed out of an open window accessible from the top of it. “This is going to be too easy…” I thought.

I crawled up a support post onto the roof of the patio. I carefully inspected the interior for signs of any traps. Surely he isn't this stupid? I jumped through the window onto the rug that draped the hardwood floor.

*SLAM*

I spun around on my toes. The window was closed, and the imposing blacksmith grimaced at me with his thin yellow eyes.

“Figured I’d see you here today.” he said, speaking in monotone as if I were a chore he’d been dreading dealing with. I froze, not breaking eye contact. Rostam’s body was large and imposing, with a tree trunk-like neck and an impressive musculature that was poorly concealed by his clothes. Most of his scales were a light blue, but from his chin along the rest of the front of his body were white. He had two horns with a slight curve, no longer adorned with the gold rings he had on earlier. He wore a white tunic shirt with the sleeves removed tucked into a pair of brown leather pants that ended just below the knee, fastened with a utilitarian leather belt. He squatted down to equal my height.

“You came to my shop yesterday, asking some weird questions about my prices and the materials I keep in my shop. I’ll admit you dress nicely, but those who can afford my services don’t act like you do. In fact, I made a decorative sword just a couple of weeks ago for a mine owner. He said he saw a little kobold who looked just like you loitering around his mine the day before he was burgled.”

He tapped my nose. I did not break eye contact. “The wealthy in this city form a fairly tight circle. Word gets around quickly. Be glad I was the one who caught you. Most others would have scattered your brains across the floor by now.”

I analyzed my options. Maybe I could scratch his eyes and exit out the window? No, he’s still holding his hand out in front, he would break my wrist just by squeezing. Maybe I could jump on top of him and hit him on the head with something, knocking him out? I’m not short enough for that. Maybe I could bite his hand? He has another one of those. He stood up, looming about 7 feet tall, more than 4 feet taller than me. His pecs made noticeable impressions through his shirt... why am I noticing that?

“I’m taking you downstairs to question you. Maybe if you answer to my liking I won’t call the police on you.” he declared. He opened the door into the upstairs hallway. I remained frozen in place, not breaking eye contact. He furrowed his brow, the corners of his mouth turning down in a skeptical frown. “Look, if I wanted to break your neck I already would have done that. Go down that hallway, in front of me where I can see you.” He gestured towards the door, which I reluctantly obliged. The hallway was made with excellent woodwork. The pads of his feet and mine barely made the floor creak. There were paintings all along both walls of the hall. One painting caught my eye. A portrait of a nude orange male dragon, lying on a pile of fruit, pouring wine on himself. Sadly the smith cut my viewing short with a harsh “Move along!”. The living room lie at the bottom of the stairs. Rostam lit the lamps and started the fireplace.

The living room was spacious. The floor appeared to be made of the same fine woodwork as the hallway. The walls were painted dark green like fern leaves. The ceiling went all the way up to the roof on account of the hallway not having any rooms in this part of the house. A fireplace sat in the far wall with a small seating area in front of it. More paintings and the occasional metalwork decorated the walls, with a particularly large painting of a dragon above the fireplace. The dragon had the same markings as Rostam, maybe it’s one of his ancestors. “Take a seat.” he ordered. I sat down shakily in the wide sofa in the seating area. Rostam sat on the coffee table in front of me. He hunched forward, holding his arms low with his fingertips touching together. He stared at me motionless and began questioning. “What exactly were you planning to steal today?” My mouth tried to form words but nothing came out. His eyes seemed to look right through my soul. When I didn’t answer he stood up. Even with the massive height difference he somehow looked taller than he was. “How many have you robbed in the last year?” he asked, more anger in his voice this time. Again I failed to vocalize anything. Rostam snorted. “Can you speak!?” he yelled. I furiously nodded, but only managed to sputter out something vaguely affirmative in response. "Then answer my questions!” he boomed.

Up to this point the idea of getting caught was very abstract. I obviously knew it was possible but I'd always gotten away from trouble so easily that it never really sunk in that I could be in this position. His words seemed to pass right through my mind. I heard him, but the thought that I was about to lose my freedom was only just now beginning to feel real. I said "Ok" automatically. Rostam asked me another question but I barely heard it, and failed once again to reply. I was starting to panic as his annoyance with me got harder to ignore.

Suddenly he got up, and said with a sigh “This is pointless. I’m getting the police.” He barely walked two steps before I screamed “No please don’t get the police! Please don’t I’m begging you!” He spun around on his heel. “And why the hell not?” he chided. I froze for a second, then the words came to me. “I’ll answer your questions! I- I- I’ll answer all of them fully and truly and a- and I’ll never steal again!” I said. Rostam looked me right in my eyes as if to read my mind. His stare was positively penetrating, like I couldn’t lie to him if I wanted to. I felt a draft and a chill went up my spine. Finally Rostam threw his hands in the air and said “Ok.”, then walked back to me and took his place back on the coffee table. “Let’s start from the top. What exactly were you planning to steal today?” he started.

“The contents of your chest and all loose valuables I could pick up.” I replied without hesitation. I felt stiff from the tension I’d been under for the last several minutes. Rostam continued his questioning.

“Why did you target me.”

“You seemed rich and nearby.”

“How long have you been a thief?”

“Eight years.”

“Do you believe your life of crime has paid off?”

“It’s paid for a lot of things I’ve liked.”

“Have you ever held an honest job?”

“Once.”

Rostam paused after my answer to this question. “Why start stealing then?”

I took a deep breath. “I mined silver on the outskirts of the city. My pay wasn’t nearly what I could have gotten by just selling the silver myself. I started by hiding nuggets of silver in my pockets. Then I started stealing from the safes they put the nuggets in. I got greedy, and they noticed. When I heard they were starting to search our tents one by one I ran off with what I already stole.”

I paused here. Rostam encouraged me to continue. “And then what?”

“I sold the silver. It was more money than I’d ever seen in my life. Must have been a year’s salary. Why stop there? I found I was good at it. Real good. I could make ten, a hundred times what I could at my so-called ‘real’ job.” I answered with more passion, I stood up, almost forgetting the position I was in. “Who are you to detain and threaten me?! I’m only doing what you would have done in my place! You have no right to--”

“Stop.” Rostam boomed, putting his hand up. I dropped back in the seat, suddenly remembering that I was about to face life in prison. We were silent for a second. His face was indecipherable. “Stay there.” he said flatly. He got up and walked to the fireplace, then filled a pot with water and started to boil it, keeping an eye on me the entire time. I scanned for an escape route. He was on the opposite side of the stairs, I’m smaller and faster than him, I bet I could go back the way I came and flee the city. He’d never find me again.

I took my chance and bolted up the stairs. I never looked behind me but his footsteps pounded in pursuit. Up the stairs, across the hall, third door on the left, it was unlocked and opened swiftly. I leaped for the window at the other end, trying to grapple to the sides but slamming my face into it instead. No matter, I’ve had worse. I bolted upright, shaking off the impact. I tried opening the window but the bastard locked it when he trapped me in here. Rostam’s footsteps got louder. Sweat beaded on my face. The lock was a small latch at the top of the window sash. I stood on my tiptoes, stretching out my arm to reach it.

THUM THUM THUM

Rostam’s footsteps echoed in my head. I was shaking so much I couldn’t get a grip on the latch. I put all of my concentration into stabilizing my frame. Finally I grasped the latch between my forefinger and thumb. A rush of relief flooded me and I felt myself grinning ear to ear.

My victory was short lived as suddenly Rostam grabbed me from behind. The relief was immediately replaced with the same fear I nearly escaped. I thrashed and wailed and he carried me right back down the stairs like a child. He was incredibly strong, moving against his body felt like fighting against a stone mountainside. Once we were back in the living area I let my body go limp.

“Mind telling me what that was about?” Rostam asked. I didn’t answer. “I was beginning to like you. I put on tea for you.” This caught my attention. “You put on tea for me?” I asked, completely puzzled. “You made tea for the thief who just broke into your house to rob you blind?” Rostam shrugged. “I believe your story. You made a good life for yourself in the best way you know how, it’s admirable. You’re also a bit cute.” I felt like the sun just got flashed in my eyes. “CUTE!?” I yelled. “How dare you! Bastard! Let go of me!” I pounded furiously on his rock-like muscles that were holding me in place. His face had an annoying smirk that filled me with so much anger, but I couldn't get myself to punch him. “The water is boiling. If I let you go, will you try to run away again?” Rostam inquired. “No…” I muttered, the rage wearing off. I let my body go limp again and he put me on the sofa, then went to steep the tea. I looked around and thought about making another run for it. Maybe the front door this time? Except now I was interested in what he had to say. Is he going to forgive me? Rostam walked back towards me and sat in the chair across from the sofa while the tea steeped in the hot water.

“I don’t believe anyone commits crimes for no reason.” Rostam started. “As for you, I can’t help but think about how you got started thieving. It was simply a better deal. More profitable, and by the sounds of it much easier and more fulfilling. Of course the risk is much higher for you. If it were my neighbor who caught you, you would be dead where you stand. So maybe I can offer you a better deal.” I furrowed my brow. “So this is like a charity thing? I break into your house and you try to fix me instead of throwing me in a hole?” I chided. “Well you’ve got me here and you weigh about ten times what I do so let’s hear it.” Rostam smiled at me. “I would like to employ you.” he proposed.

I wasn’t sure I’d heard him right. Employ me? Why? Does this have to do with the ‘cute’ comment he made earlier? Rostam got up. “I believe the tea is done.” he said. I heard him pour the tea and return with two ceramic mugs. He sat back down and offered one of them to me. I grasped it in both hands, still processing his words. “Do you have any interest in smithing?” he inquired. Really? A job? He’s offering a job to a criminal? This can’t be serious. I drank my tea, then coughed it out when it burned my tongue. “Ok, ok, that was a g- *koff koff* good joke. I’m ready to be arrested n- *koff* now.” I said, choking out the words. Rostam shook his head. “This is no joke." I cleared my throat. “There’s no way you took one look at me, while I’m breaking into your house, and decided you want me to work for you.” I threw my hands up in exasperation. “What’s your deal? I can see wanting to let me go but wanting to keep me around? That’s weird dude. You’re weird.”

Rostam set his cup down on the table. “I think people deserve second chances. I didn’t come from one of the traditional smithing families. I only live like I do today because someone believed in me. I have a feeling about you, and I don’t know if it’s right but my gut doesn’t lead me wrong often. Maybe you like this life you lead. Maybe it’s everything you’ve ever wanted, I’m not here to judge that. I think I’ll find out very soon what it is you really want.”

I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t get the sense that he was lying to me, but I couldn’t get past the immense unease I had about Rostam. What he was offering felt too good to be true. Maybe he was going to enslave or indenture me. “I need to know I can trust you.” I said. Rostam did not release his stare. “I need the same from you.” he retorted. The air felt still. My eyes remained locked on his. I felt a complex mix of emotions. He's much bigger than me. He’s much stronger. He managed to outsmart me so I couldn’t do the same to him easily. These qualities made him as scary as they did alluring. He could destroy me at any moment, but he isn’t. His musculature is well defined. My heart raced with the changing dilation of his pupils. After what felt like an eternity, Rostam blinked and stood up. His hands moved to his belt and my eyes followed. I got a glimpse at his groin. It bulged much further out from his pants than most other men I had seen. I felt warmth in my stomach that moved down to my groin, and it grew slightly. I snapped my vision as quickly as I could from his bulge back to his hands. I can’t deny he’s attractive, but I need to stay focused.

He removed a small emerald from his belt buckle and held it up to my face between his thumb and forefinger. “I’ll place this on the table in front of you. Then I will walk to the corner of the room and turn around. If you want to leave, you can steal the emerald and run out the front door and I won’t be able to stop you. I'll unlock it on my way over. We will never see each over again.” Rostam explained. Just as he said, he placed the emerald on the table in front of me, approached the front door, unlocked it, and walked to the far corner of the room with his back turned. My eyes remained focused on Rostam as he walked. His outfit looked stretched across his muscles. His ass cheeks shifting in harmony with the movement of his thick legs. I thought about how long it's been since someone treated me with the kindness he has, and that's not even to mention how enthralling his body is. I was fully erect now and didn’t care. Maybe he could pay me in sex? It’s been so long since I’ve had sex. Rostam turned around. His eyed widened and his mouth drooped to a frown. I came back to reality. Had I done something wrong? I glanced at the emerald and back at him, hit with the realization that I completely forgot what we were doing.

Rostam swung his arms around and placed them on his hips. “I imagine you had to be feeling a lot of things in this moment but ‘aroused’ was not one I had in mind.” he said. My eyes shot open, I looked down, shocked at the clear sight of my erection under my robe. My chest and face flushed and I pushed myself back into the chair. “I’m sorry it-it’s not… I just uh…” I stuttered. Rostam approached from the corner of the room. “Well both you and the emerald are still there so that’s a good sign for me. Why didn’t you leave?” he asked. I had to think for a second to come up with an answer that wouldn’t embarrass me further. "I just thought I should hear you out on this job thing." Rostam smirked, my excuse must not have been convincing. “Nothing else on your mind?” His teasing made me rock hard again. He reached his hand out and gently held my chin between two fingers. His touch rippled across my body and I involuntarily let out a soft moan. His hand snapped back and I covered my face. “Oh you don’t take much to get going do you? What if I touch you again?” Rostam reached his hand and pressed his fingertips across my pecs. The feeling rippled across my body again, I moaned.

Then I started to cry.

There were no thoughts going through my head. I couldn’t tell if I was happy or sad. It was all too much in too little time. I was waiting for what Rostam would say next. What else would he add on to this? I was a puddle that he could do whatever he wanted with. But those next words never came, and the rush of emotions subsided in time while I still covered my face. I stayed laying down for a bit before sitting up. I put my hands down and looked around, seeing Rostam sitting across from me, his eyebrows low with concern. I said nothing, so he started in my place. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push you like that.”

“It’s… it’s fine. I shouldn’t have freaked out like that.” I said. Rostam shook his head. “You did nothing wrong. I advanced on you inappropriately. You should leave if you think it best.” he responded. I got up from the sofa. “No I’m fine I just- I just- you threw a lot at me at once. You catch me robbing you, threaten to jail me, then give me a job offer, then you started teasing me and getting me hard. I didn’t know what to do. I still don’t.” Rostam took a deep breath. I continued. “You’re really attractive. You really are. But I don’t know if I can trust you. It’s been a while since I’ve had sex. This was just an accident.”

Rostam nodded. “Well you a1lready know how I feel about your looks.” he said, then gestured towards the table between us. “Your tea is going to get cold. I suggest you finish it.” After he said this I realized I was actually quite thirsty, and started drinking the tea. It was smooth, definitely some sort of chamomile, good for drinking at nighttime. It felt as if my worries melted away as the tea entered my stomach. “This is good, thank you.” I said. “You’re very welcome.” Rostam replied. His demeanor was different now. He seemed relaxed, and his words felt genuine to my ears. I thought about heists I had done in the past. Often I stole the best loot when I took the biggest risk. If he is really who he says he is, it might be the last big risk I ever have to take. I could tell he wasn't going to make the first move, so I stood up, suppressing my fear with everything I had, and spoke. “I feel a lot better now. Maybe a night together will help me decide if you’re telling the truth?”

Rostam smiled. This smile was softer than the teasing smirks he’d been giving me. I approached him and gently grasped his right bicep. He did not attempt to stop me. “Could you flex for me?” I asked. He obliged, his muscles bulged in my hands. I squeezed his bicep and felt no flex at all under his skin, like he was made of stone. Slowly I sat down in his lap, laying my tail loosely on the back of his neck. “Do you want to go to the bedroom?” Rostam asked. “It would be much more comfortable for us in there. I could carry you.”

I nodded, then Rostam stood up. I fell into his bulky arms, cradled like a child, or maybe a sack of flour. This would be my last chance to run away, but I felt no need. I felt safe in his arms. From this close I could detect the faint smell of sweat from his body. I always cherish the smell whenever I can get close to it. Sometimes I'd hang out at the exits of wrestling arenas to smell the contestants as they leave, but maybe I won’t have to do that anymore with this man around. We entered his bedroom. It was quite large as I would expect for a man of his wealth. The bed was up against the wall to our right. It was a four-poster with beige floral-patterned curtains on each side. It could fit three people, or luxuriously fit two. On the far wall were two small mullioned windows, on the left an oak dresser with a few trinkets I assumed he took back home with him from work. Under the bed was an ornate wool rug pattered in red, yellow, and blue. Just being here made me feel rich.

Rostam gently lay me down on the soft and downy bed. I sunk so far in it seemed to swallow me. He kneeled down in front of me and started to rub my belly. “I’ll let you make the first move. If you want to stop, just tell me.” he said. For the moment I just wanted to lay there being pleasured by his large hand on my body. As he continued to rub me I gripped his forearm between my hands. Each motion up and down reverberated through my body. The last of my hangups melted away with his touch, the robe between his hand and my scales now felt like an impediment. I unbuttoned the top of my robe to silence that issue, exposing my bare top to Rostam. He nodded approvingly. “I hope this is not the last of your good ideas.” he quipped, then unbuttoned his own shirt.

With the last of his buttons removed he revealed the full majesty of his upper body. It was two-tone, with his chest and front neck colored light blue, and the rest dark blue. Rostam’s musculature betrayed a lifetime of physical labor. His pecs protruded about half an inch outwards. His abs were slightly defined, not as much as his pecs, so I'm sure he'd be squishier there. I thought about using his belly as a pillow. It would certainly be one of the more comfortable things I've slept on. Rostam spread his arms. "I assume you like what you see?" he asked, already knowing the answer. I didn't respond, but my eyes scanned his entire body, contemplating which part of him would taste the best.

Rostam took a step forward, and I decided to start at his arm, rubbing it all the way up to his shoulder. His raw strength was palpable, the rest of his body growing more inviting at the same time. I grabbed Rostam’s right pec. It was solid as a rock, but had just enough squish to it to be recognizable as his flesh. I heard him exhale pleasurably, and I took that as a signal to go further. I grabbed his other pec, getting my hands on every square inch they took up on his chest. Slowly one of my hands drifted into the crevice that separated his tits. I admired the way he crafted his body, all of the work it must have taken to create these forms. I leaned in closer to get a better look, entirely hypnotized by him now. I hardly noticed when my muzzle planted itself firmly between his pecs.

“Heh… hey, having fun down there?” Rostam chuckled. “...Yeah...” I managed. I took a deep breath. He was clearly someone who bathed often, but nothing could completely remove his inherent masculine smell. Those faint notes of sweat. “I bet he tastes good.” I thought, and I knew Rostam would let me find out. I moved my head to his right pec and cupped my muzzle over his nipple. As soon as my tongue touched it Rostam lurched backwards and let out a slight yelp. I scurried back a pace in the bed, shocked. He stood before me panting. “I’m sorry, I forgot they felt like that.” he apologized. A brief pause followed. I broke the silence: “Do you want me to stop?” I asked.

“No, definitely not.”

I smiled, then motioned for him to come back towards the bed. I approached him carefully when he did, framing his right nipple between both of my hands. I moved much more slowly this time. When my tongue reached his nipple there was no big lurch backwards, just a satisfied moan from Rostam. His taste was like his smell. Clean, but slightly salty from recent sweat. I worked my tongue more, sensually stroking the nib with my wet tongue. His moaning became strained, his breathing quickened. It sounded like he was in pain. I pulled back. “Are you ok?” I asked. Rostam’s body shook, then relaxed with a calm exhale. “I promise I’ll tell you when to stop.” he reassured me. “Now this time keep going until I do.” I nodded, then asked “Maybe you could be on the bed with me? I’m sure it’s more comfortable.” I made room for him on the bed. He sat down to my left, the weight difference between us creating a dip that caused me to fall over on top of him. I would have preferred to be more graceful but we can’t always have what we want. Rostam didn’t seem to mind. He grabbed me to stabilize me then shifted the rest of himself onto the bed, letting go once he did.

I got back to work, slowly as before. My tongue pressed against his nipple, playing with it, toying with him. The noises he made were music to my ears. His body convulsed with pleasure and my brain tingled with the thought of how good I was making him feel, how rock hard he must be.

That gave me an idea.

Without letting up on his pec I slowly moved my right hand down the side of his torso, feeling every single bump and ridge. I continued after reaching the edge of his pants, feeling his shin beneath the leather. Then a little to the left, and I found the bulge where Rostam’s erection was begging to come out. While still working his nipple I rubbed his bulge, intensifying his moaning and panting. Rostam thrusted his pelvis while I pleasured him. I felt a wet spot form on his bulge. He couldn’t have expressed his needs any clearer. I pulled my head back and made one final lick all the way up his pec, just to make squirm. Next placed both of my hands on his bulge which felt like it could burst out of the fabric. Finally I started with the top button, then the middle, then the bottom.

What emerged was the most magnificent penis I had ever laid eyes on. The foot-long shaft was pure black and had a natural shine to it like leather. The tone merged gracefully with the light blue of his balls and belly. It must have been as thick as my arm. His tip was wet with the precum he’d been leaking. A droplet formed on the hole and caught the glint of the candlelight. Slowly I reached forward and held his member in my hands. I looked at Rostam, his eyes pierced mine. He pleaded without words, taking shuddering breaths. My eyes left his and locked onto where his balls met his shaft. I reached down and stroked it, the softness of it making an impression on me. “Oh my god…” I heard Rostam moan. I felt my own heart racing while I decided my next move. There's so much you can do with a penis as excellent as this one, though I was enjoying the softness of the top of his ballsack. What did it smell like?

I planted my muzzle firmly where I’d been touching and breathed in. The smell of his balls was so intense. Like all of the scent he carried was concentrated in one spot. I extended my tongue and tasted him from the base all the way up to the tip. Rostam yelled and thrusted his pelvis again. At the tip I got a taste of his precum. Mild. Pleasant. I licked up his shaft again, and again, and again, each time eliciting a pleasured roar from my mate. I saw his testicles tighten and loosen with the tempo of our act. I licked up his shaft one more time, and at the top I wrapped my tongue around the tip of his penis, pulled it slightly towards me, and invited the head into my mouth. Just the head at first, feeling around with my tongue and taking in its form and texture. Rostam clutched the bed. He was sweating, grimacing, eyes bulged wide and fixed entirely on my actions. I released him from my mouth, letting him gasp and relax into the bed. It was nice seeing him comfortable so I let him lay there for a few seconds, but I knew what he really wanted. Without any warning I shoved his length back into my mouth, causing Rostam to instantly tense back up like I was sucking out his soul.

I took his shaft progressively deeper, trying not to gag. I’d never sucked a dick as big as his before. The width was fairly uniform which helped it go down easier. Still I could only get about six inches in my muzzle, not that Rostam seemed to mind. His body pulsed, tensed, and relaxed with the rhythm of my motions up and down his penis. The upper half had a nice shine to it with my saliva. “Little faster… I’m close…” I heard him wheeze. My jaw was hurting a little, but the thought of tasting his cum made it so much easier, and it gave me an idea. I let go of his cock, which released from my mouth with a pop. Rostam furrowed his brow, still grimacing with pleasure. “I just needed to catch my breath.” I explained. I sized up his penis, visually scanning it from base to tip. Thinking of the best plan of attack, how to get my prize…

I took a deep breath, opened wide, and put his enormous shaft inside my muzzle again. I felt it glide along my tongue until the head hit the back of my throat. I wanted to gag, but I stayed strong, and held it there for just a second, feeling his dick throb inside me. I made a swallowing motion with my throat and moved my head forward. Rostam leaned his head back moaning as his cock penetrated further inside me. Methodically I swallowed his cock inch by inch. I learned to hold my breath for a long time as a thief, when I would have to hide in bodies of water at times to evade capture. It came in handy here, since his sheer girth blocked my windpipe. Before I knew it, there was no more left to go in. His entire length was down my throat, balls deep. I glanced up at Rostam. His eyelids were droopy as he smiled. All the tension was gone. Now he was just along for the ride.

The sensation of his penis moving through my body got me harder than I could ever remember. I felt like a sex toy. Rostam leaned forward and gripped one of my asscheeks and my cock jolted up instantly in response. Our moans complemented each other like a song. He gripped my other asscheek and spread them apart, then he took an index finger and moved it towards my asshole. He caressed it gently, setting off sparks in my mind. I felt like I could cum hands free, while at the same time Rostam’s breathing was getting faster and shallower. I quickened my pace, his breathing kept up. I maintained my speed, and his breathing got faster. He squeezed my ass cheeks. “I’m… I’m gonna-” he gasped. I reached a hand down to his ballsack in anticipation.

So much happened simultaneously. His shaft engorged in my throat. My stomach felt fuller. His balls tensed up to the base of his shaft. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as the full reality of what was happening set in. Rostam screamed in ecstasy. After his penis’ first pulse I felt a second, then a third, his testicles seeming to push out his massive load. I pulled his dick out to the entrance of my mouth and felt his warm masculine seed fill me. The throbbing slowed, and his semen overflowed from my mouth onto my erection. His semen tasted sweet, much better in fact than any man I’d been with before. When the torrential flow of cum finally slowed I attempted to swallow. It was hard not to choke on it all, and I had to swallow multiple times. I loved the feeling of being full of Rostam. The taste and smell of him overwhelmed my senses. “Looks like you got a little more left.” I said, noticing the cum drip down his shrinking, throbbing penis. “Oh you don’t have to-” he started, then yelped when I slurped up the remaining cum on his shaft.

Rostam laughed softly in response. It felt too good being around him not to reciprocate, and I started giggling while I layed down across his body. I rested my head on one of his mountainous pecs. Rostam put his arms around me, breathing slowly and deeply, a clear satisfaction emanating from him. I only got a few seconds to rest there before Rostam perked up. “You alright?” I asked, then his hand gripped my cum-soaked length. My heart jumped into my chest as I suddenly I became aware that my dick was hard enough to chip stone. I looked into Rostam’s eyes and he gave me a knowing glance before gliding his hand back towards him. The raw stimulation of just that one pull made me shake. Then he did it again, and again, flooding my body with so much pleasure that I couldn’t think straight. I sensed Rostam getting up and holding his body over me without letting up on the handjob. He moved his head closer to mine and I instinctually opened my mouth for him. He took that invitation to work his wet tongue into my whole mouth, wriggling into my throat, wrapping his muzzle around mine. I could never have lasted long. My orgasm enveloped my entire body. The whole world outside of it seemed to stop. I was vaguely aware of my own moaning and the warm splashes on my chest and belly, but none of it really mattered. The waves pulsing through me slowed and slowed, then I came to the world like waking up from a dream. Rostam’s tongue was still in my mouth. He had his eyes closed and emitted a low growl.

“You can get up now.” I tried to say, though it just came out as “Mmph mmph mmph mmph.” He got the message anyway and released me. Our mouths separated with just a wet strand of saliva connecting us. We both were panting, absolutely exhausted from passion. I saw a lot of my cum sprayed onto Rostam’s abs and was dripping down onto me. The whole room smelled like sweat and semen, a distinctly masculine scent. Rostam carefully layed back down next to me, tracing my nipples with his index finger. “Sorry about the sheets.” I said. Rostam smiled. “You may wash them tomorrow as punishment for planning to rob me.” he responded. “And to not waste your time you might as well stay the night, wouldn’t you agree?” He stared right at me with a dumb smirk on his face. He was so obvious and he knew it. Too bad for me I love guys who talk like him. “Maybe so you can watch me better I should stay in bed with you.” I responded, matching his expression. Then he surprised me by flipping me on my side and pulling me back-first towards his chest, pinning me to his body with his arm. “I wouldn’t want you getting away from me.” Rostam purred into my ear.

Despite how we met, I felt protected in his arms. His sturdy musculature shielded me from everything outside of the cozy den he formed. Maybe I wouldn’t have to steal anymore. Maybe he could be my protector, my mentor, in all aspects of life.

Or I could wait until he falls asleep, stab him in the neck, and run off with everything he owns. There’s enough here to set me up for months, maybe longer if I play my cards right. The man’s rich! And sure the sex was good but how do I know he isn’t going to just turn me in tomorrow morning? Yeah. “I should run off with everything I can!” “I’ll rob him blind!” Similar such thoughts ran through my head as I drifted off to sleep, nestled in my man’s chest.

2 Years Later

Sweat dripped from my brow as the heat from the forge billowed outwards in all directions. I knew the timing well at this point, but I still liked to watch. The rod of metal glowed from the intense energy transfer, turning a bright orange, very good for shaping. I let the rod rest in the forge for another minute, then took my thick hide glove and grabbed the rod at the cool end, careful not to drop it or let it fall onto any flammable objects nearby. I rested the glowing end on top of my anvil, then with my free hand produced a hammer from my toolbelt and struck the rod with all of the force I could muster. By about the seventh hit Rostam walked into my part of the shop. He leaned against the wall, content to watch me work for a little while. His shirt was in a bundle wrapped around the back of his neck to soak up the sweat. Finally I took the flattened rod from the anvil and dipped it into a pool of water, which bubbled around the iron as the metal cooled.

“Maybe you should take a break.” Rostam suggested. He placed his heavy hand on my left shoulder. A couple years ago it would have made me flinch, but I’ve gotten used to his strength. “I just need to shape this sword a little better.” I replied. “This is for one of the Duke’s knights. There’s a lot of money for us in this and I need to make it perfect! If I can make it perfect we won’t have to work for three months.” Rostam rested his other hand on my right shoulder, and started to massage me. “You’ve done this long enough to know nobles can’t tell master craftsmanship from scrap iron. Besides, I know that just half of your effort will create a work that the empress herself would kill for.” he replied. I placed the half-shaped blade back into the forge. He did this to me almost every day. The worst part is that I knew he was right. Truthfully this sword was not the most important thing in the world, and I seriously doubt we would stop working after the duke pays us. That wouldn’t be good business. Of course, Rostam also taught me to be proud of my craft. The heat of the forge baked my face. I took out the blade and placed it in the cooling pool. “Tomorrow, gimme another hour.” I started. Without warning I shoved my ass onto Rostam’s pelvis and grinded on it. “Or you won’t be getting this for a while.” I finished with a playful smirk. Rostam heaved and lifted me into his capable arms to carry me back to our house. I appreciated that our brief commute home could help him to further tone his figure, I certainly have had no complaints about his additional muscle mass. He put me back down at the house and promptly took a seat next to me on the sofa. “I’ll put some tea on.” I said, already moving to boil some water. Once I finished that I sat back on the sofa and rested on his side.

To think that we had met just two years ago, and while I had been trying to rob him no less. So much changed since then, and we grew more together every day. My eyes idly scanned the walls of the many ornaments I created while Rostam trained me in his craft. He had a special section of my very first attempts at the forge. God he was so excited for me to start. Even though the end result was a useless pile of scrap iron he still gave me a good filling that night (and I gave him one the next day just for being so nice.) Life felt better when I wasn’t living day-by-day wondering how I’m going to feed myself. I had someone now. A partner in life. I’m looking forward to my next two years with him, and god willing many more after that. As if on cue Rostam affectionately scratched my head. “I love you.” he said. “I love you too.” I replied, and laid my head on his lap.