A quick fight

The scraggly man and the bald one prepared themselves. The two of them looked their opponent up and down. Her plump breasts and wide hips made the scraggly man lick his lips. The bald man however kept his eyes focused on her sword arm. Faelith couldn't care less about the scraggly man, he was no threat. The bald one, though, he seemed more seasoned. Faelith took the first strike.

Her speed was incredible. The scraggly man was taken off guard immediately by a flurry of attacks. First he stumbled over his own feet. Faelith took the chance with her first swing knocked the bladeout of his hand. Her second swing cut the air between them but scared the man enough to back him against a wall. Her third attack was a punch that connected with his jaw and sent him to the ground, dazed.

The bald man hadn't interfered. He and Faelith exchanged brief looks. The man was standing in a fighting stance she recognized. "Seventh Legion?" She inquired as she changed her grip to counter his.

"Yeah."

"What's a soldier doing robbing abandoned houses?" She received no response. Faelith lunged first, jumping forward. The elf and the man crossed blades repeatedly. She was impressed by his skills. The Seventh Legion were soldiers from the Southern frontiers, where jungles overtook the lands. They were masters of survival and tracking. She wondered why this soldier was so far from the others. Snapping back to the matter at hand, Faelith knocked him off his feet with a leg sweep. The bald man slammed onto the ground and a kick to the side of the head rendered him ****.

The only one left attentive was the young lockpick.

"I will ask you only once. Tell me what you're doing here."

"W-we were just uh..." The man stuttered. "J-just tryin' to make some coin is all. Can I please go?"

Faelith sheathed her sword. "Really was that all you were doing?" She scrutinized his eyes. He was terrified. The young man was rattled. He was shaking in his skin but even though he couldn't get any words out, he was still as hard as a rock from looking at Faelith's figure. She sighed and knelt in front of him. "What's your name?" She grabbed a hold of his crotch and started massaging his thickened member.

"G-Gil," he grunted as her fingers dug into his pants and gripped his cock.

"Gil, let's make a deal." Faelith pulled his dick out of his pants and stroked it, feeling it grow harder in her hand. "Tell me what you've been doing and your cock gets to play with my tits." Faelith moved her breasts from underneath the uniform. Gil was already entranced. He gazed at the plump flesh and gave her a nod.

The elf laid between his thighs. Precum oozed from the head of his dick and coated Faelith's large tits. She wrapped her mounds around his shaft, pumping up and down his dick as she stared at him. Gil had never had something as amazing as Faelith. He was struggling to keep from moaning. And he didn't want to miss a chance to see the rest of Faelith's tits.

Her tits felt heavenly as his cock plunged between them. "We were sent to pick up a drop," Gil said between gasps of air. Faelith licked at the tip of his cock as it appeared and disappeared from between her titties.

"Tell me more." She cooed and she moved herself back and forth. Her eyes locked onto his.

"They said it was in a brown wine bottle. Inside the shop."

"That's all? Just steal a bottle of wine?" Faelith asked.

"Y-yeah... just—AH!" He grunted again as she bobbed her tits up and down his pulsating erection.

"I need names, Gil." Faelith pumped her breasts at a faster pace, taking more and more of his cock into her mouth. The boy wasn't going to last too much longer. His lower body tensed up. "Not yet." She grabbed his balls and squeezed, drawing a moan of pleasure and pain.

Gil bit his lip and squealed. "Focus and tell me more," Faelith whispered.

"C-can't—" He tried to pull away but her grip was too strong.

"Names, Gil. Do it." Her strangulation of his testicles tightened.

"Calvin! Our contact is named Calvin! We're supposed to meet him at the Night Wench's Tavern on the South wall!!"

Gil buckled his hips as he finally came hard. Ropes of sticky seed erupted from his cock. Faelith moaned as his semen covered her tits. Some of it smeared against her cheeks, but most of it covered her. As the young man caught his breath, Faelith's mind had already planned her next move.

"Thank you," She said, sliding the boy's cock out of her breasts. "Now..." She cuffed all three of them and headed towards the shop they were trying to break into.

Inside was just as Gil had said. A brown wine bottle. It was only a quarter full with some liquid inside. No markings, no labels. Faelith looked around the abandoned shop a bit but nothing stood out.

She stood over girl who looked up at her with worry and now some other emotion. "Gil," She said in a stern voice, "I am going to give this to you and let you go."

"Huh?" Now the only emotion he had was confusion.

"You will go to this 'Calvin' with the bottle. Tell him that I stopped you three in the middle of your break in but you managed to run away. When the coast was clear, you came back and finished the pickup." She bent over so her face and cleavage were mere inches away. "You are going to be my mole, understand?"