Diplomatic Relations

"Woah! Woah! Woah!" Faelith put her hands up. "No need to get antsy!" The two men relaxed a little but were still on edge. The lock-picker, a young man stood with his back to the door. His eyes darting around, looking for a path to escape. "My name's Faelith, I'm a guardsman here. What's your names?" Her question was responded with silent, menacing glares. "Guess that's it for introductions. What are you three doing breaking into houses?"

"It's none of your damn business." The scraggly-haired man waved his sword in the air. "Go on, fuck off!"

Faelith's eyes widened. "None of my business?"

"You're obviously new here, elf, so do yourself a favor and get lost. I don't know what the mayor's plan is, hiring some bimbo as a guardsman but he must be out of his mind."

Faelith glared at the man. "You have a lot of nerve speaking like that to a member of the guard." She took a step towards him and the scraggly man lunged at her. Faelith grabbed his arm and flipped him. He hit the ground with a hard thud and cried out. His sword fell from his hand then a boot plunged into his gut. The scraggly-haired man keeled over, clutching his stomach..

The bald man locked eyes with Faelith. He took up a stance she had seen before. It was a Southern fighting style, she remembered on one of her trips. His movements were precise, calculated. They reminded her of the way she would fight.

He charged at her with his sword. Faelith dodged his ****. The man attacked again. Faelith dodged and countered, throwing her own punch. He blocked her with his forearm, sending a knee up into her gut. Faelith staggered back a few steps. He was good.

"Get her, you fucker!!" Scraggly shouted from the ground.

Faelith's attention was diverted. Her head turned just enough for the bald man to get in a strike. A swift jab sent the elf back a few steps, nearly knocking her off her feet. He rushed forward and delivered a flurry of punches and kicks. Faelith stumbled.

The man grabbed the elf by her uniform and threw her at the wall. Faelith crashed against the brick and stone. A sharp pain shot up her spine. She was dazed and struggled to stand. The bald man came over to her. His eyes narrowed. Faelith braced herself for a fight. She swung at the man, but her blow was blocked. He retaliated with a punch to her chest, then kicked her in the leg, sweeping her foot from under her.

Faelith laid on the ground, her head spinning. The bald man walked over to her, towering above the downed elf. He crouched down, his eyes hungrily, and angrily, inspecting Faelith's body. He grabbed her tunic and pulled it open to reveal her breasts. Faelith felt a shiver of dread run through her body. The man pulled her to her feet and brought her to an alley nearby.

The scraggly man followed with a mischievous grin. "Time for some fun!" He snarled.

The bald man turned on him. "You, get back to the target house and help the boy grab the drop." The scraggly man looked as though he wanted to argue but when the bald man let go of Faelith and curled both fists at his side, he backed away.

Faelith knelt in the alley, sure of what was to happen next. The bald man advanced on her, a hungry look in his eye. The man grabbed a fist full of hair and yanked. Faelith grunted in pain. "Open your mouth." The man commanded. Faelith complied, opening her lips. He unbuckled his pants and let his cock hangout. Faelith couldn't help but notice his enormous shaft. He pulled her close so her face was pressed against his crotch. She ran her tongue against his shaft. He tasted of sweat. He was a bit salty. A small amount of pre-cum leaked from his cock as the elf licked him.

The bald man moaned as her tongue slid over his member. He then grabbed her chin. Faelith's lips met the head. He pushed her further, forcing his prick all the way inside her mouth and into the back of her throat, stretching out the soft muscles. He began pumping into her mouth. Faelith's head was bobbing back and forth. Her tongue gliding along his length. He held onto her hair and thrust hard. Her lips were stretched wide. Spit covered his entire cock. She continued to suck and lick his throbbing member. He pumped faster and faster. Faelith choked on his dick, gagging, and coughing. Suddenly he pulled her head back, his dick popped out of her mouth, a thick line of spit connecting her mouth and his dick.

She coughed, her throat burning from the rough face-fucking. He pressed his testicles against her mouth and Faelith knew what to do. Her tongue slathered the heavy sack with her saliva. She could feel the man's cock pulsate and his shaft twitch as she serviced him. He returned his penis to her mouth, and Faelith took it back, wrapping her lips tightly around it and bobbing her head up and down while she sucked. Her cheeks were hollow as she sucked. He didn't even move his hips.

After a moment of this, he grabbed Faelith's hair and shoved his cock deep down her throat, holding it there while her nose touched his pubic bone. He groaned loudly as he came inside Faelith's throat. Faelith's eyes watered and she choked on his thick load. His dick pulsed and throbbed. He pulled out and shot a rope of cum over her cheek. She swallowed the rest.

Before anything else could happen, the bald man was suddenly knocked ****. Guardsman Oggars stood in the alley wielding a club. "Faelith! Are you alright?"

"Oggars? What are you doing here?"

"You hadn't returned to the guardhouse yet, so I came looking for you." The younger guardsman explained. "I heard a commotion and found you being... well..." His cheeks went red and he cleared his throat. "Anyway, let's get you out of here and back to the guardhouse, shall we?"

Faelith stood and fixed herself as quickly and best she could. The two other thieves were just exiting the abandoned shop. Oggars and Faelith captured both with little resistance. The scraggly man put up a pitiful fight in wwhich he ended up knocked out. The young lockpick surrendered willingly. The two guards threw the men in jail cells. The elf captain was exhausted but she needed to interrogate the lockpick before heading back to the inn.

"What is your name?" Faelith asked the young man.

"G-Gil, Ma'am," He answered in a nervous, quiet voice. He was young, about Oggar's age, maybe a year or two older. His black hair was short, dirty and unkempt. His body was skinny, but not weak.

"Alright, Gil. Why did you rob that building?" Faelith asked. She leaned against the bars, arms crossed over her chest.

"I'm sorry, I can't say," he replied. "It's not like I can tell you."

"Why not?"

"It'd get me killed."

"By who?" She questioned. Gil's eyes were wide. "Is someone threatening you?"

Gil didn't respond. He stared at the floor, shaking his head.

Faelith was getting frustrated with the young man. "Look, if we're going to help you, we need to know who's in charge. If they're threatening you, then we can protect you, but only if you cooperate."

Gil looked at her, his gaze wavering. After a few seconds, his expression changed. "Okay. I will tell you, only if you can help me." Faelith nodded in agreement. "Our contact's name is Calvin. We're supposed to bring him the drop in two days at the Night Wench's tavern."

"The drop?" Faelith looked over at a quarter-full wine bottle that Gil had been carrying.

"Y-yeah. That's what we're delivering."

Faelith stared at the corked bottle. "Okay, Gil, here's the deal. You will deliver this bottle to Calvin, all by yourself."

"What? Why would I do that?"

"Because I need an inside man. Help me, help you. You become my mole and I make sure you stay safe. Deal?"

Gil took a moment to think. He looked around the cell, then back to Faelith. "Fine. Deal."

Faelith opened the cell and allowed him to leave. "Run along now," She cooed.

The lockpick yook the bottle and left the station without any more words. Faelith needed to report to the mayor about this new development but that would wait til morning.