Escape via the roof

“What’s the plan, Hood?” Thamara asked, the sun-kissed carrying herself with such confidence in despite of her nude state that Seleste had to admire it. She also considered making some derogatory remark in relation to it, along the lines that Thamara seemed awfully use to prancing around naked in the nastier parts of town, but quickly decided against it.

“I don’t quite know yet,” Hood replied in a steady enough voice, directing his glance down at Cynn and adding “No chance of an invisibility spell?”

Noticing the lop-sided smile that Hood broke out into after he’d posed his good-natured question to Cynn, Seleste found the soft and happy, if decidedly self-conscious, giggle coming from the sorceress to be quite alluring, for some reason.

“Afraid not, sir,” Cynn’s smiling face was glowing as she too stood up, her movement prompting Seleste to glimpse down at her and find herself taking what felt to her like a long, hard look at Hood’s cock. It certainly wasn’t something that she’d planned to do, and she was quick to look up again, only to have Hood send her a quick glance, his lips still pulled back to form a smile, “We’d need to stay at it for a couple of hours for that to work.”

“I’m always up for that, hon,” Thamara cut in, having moved back to the window to take up a position of leaning against the wall and peeking out onto the outside while, minimising the risk of her exposing herself to the outside world. Meanwhile, her words gave Seleste further reason to wonder over the exact relationship that the members of the trio that she was travelling with, albeit involuntarily, had with each other.

“Three blocks…” Hood said to himself, his smile having vanished as he was now stroking his chin, his thoughtful expression seeming completely out of joint with his naked, conspicuously aroused state, “Thamara, we’re on the third floor, right?”

“Uh-huh,” Thamara nodded, the gentle movement of her head and back being enough to make her ample chest jiggle and bounce in a manner that drew Seleste’s gaze towards it, the lissom young thief being thankful for the fact that the dim light made it harder to detect the current redness of her cheeks. The room that they were in was bathed both in the moonlight and in the light streaming out through every window of the buildings on the opposite side of the street to them, providing them with enough illumination to see both each other and the room’s frugal furnishings quite clearly.

“Top floor, wouldn’t you say?” Hood asked Thamara.

“Yes,” Thamara nodded her head again, and Seleste began forming an inkling as to what Hood had in mind.

“The alleyways round here should be quite narrow, not more than a few feet wide,” Hood added, as Cynn threw a glance at the door.

“And if this is Hangman’s Alley…” Thamara said, in a tone that made clear that both she and Hood knew something that Seleste didn’t.

“Then we should definitely find ourselves a piece of rope,” Hood’s answer prompted Seleste to cut in with a remark of her own.

“Sounds disconcerting,” Noticing the smile that her words brought to Hood’s lips, Seleste also heard the soft chuckle coming from Thamara.

“Hangman’s Alley’s walled in,” Hood looked straight at Seleste, leaving her to draw a ragged breath at how his gaze dipped downwards for the briefest of moments, with it being her turn to flash a smile at him, “leaving only two ways in and out on the street-level.”

“So we’re going via the roofs,” Seleste filled out.

“Exactly,” Hood nodded and turned towards Thamara, “Thamara, you’re up front. Attic.”

Recognizing Hood’s with a curt nod, Thamara stepped into action, cutting across the room with such a light step that she seemed almost like she was floating an inch or two above the floor, and slipped past both Seleste and Cynn before opening the door in a controlled, soundless motion before ducking out into the dark corridor.
Hood nodded at Cynn a few seconds later, and the sorceress followed her blonde friend out into the corridor, then peeked out from behind just a second or so later to gesture with her fingers at Hood, the movement of her hand and digits being such that Seleste recognized it as some form of sign-language, albeit one that she didn’t know.

Gasping when she felt Hood grab hold of her hand, Seleste readily allowed herself to be pulled along by him as they moved towards the door, as silently as Thamara and Cynn. Hood seemed to waiver for a moment or two as to whether he should let go of Seleste’s hand when they got to the door, but did so in the end and disappeared out into the corridor, with Seleste close behind.

The corridor was about twenty-five to thirty feet from one end to the other, and with staircases on both sides of it, and the room which Seleste had just exited was placed pretty much right in the middle of it. Cynn was placed on the staircase to the right of Seleste, squatting down on the foot of stairs leading upwards. There was no sign of Thamara, nor of any light emanating from either the other rooms in the corridor or from the staircases, so the whole corridor descended into darkness when Hood closed the door shut behind him, though not before Cynn had signed at him and pointed upwards. What’s more, Seleste had also had time to ogle Cynn as she sat buck-naked and with her legs spread wide apart, the wetness that covered her pubes, pussy and thighs glimmering in the faint light.

As she moved through the dark corridor, making good use of her experience of relying on other senses than her sight and making sure to keep up the pace with Hood, Seleste got a much stronger whiff of both her and his arousal than before, and she had to stop from touching herself as she inundated her nostrils with the musky scent of their combined excitement.

Knowing that they must be close to the staircase at that point, Seleste stopped when Hood did, and unleashed an unsteady gasp when she felt him grab hold of her wrist and use a gentle but firm touch in directing her hand onto something very thick and very hard: the stairs’ railing.

In climbing up the stairs, Seleste used the same light step as when she’d moved through the corridor, once more following close behind Hood, just barely making out his backside and posterior through the darkness as they both took it slow, being careful not to stumble on the steps.

Cynn was waiting for them at the top of the staircase, leaning against an opened door as moonlight poured out through the doorway, bathing her in a faint, silvery light, and the vision of her standing there did nothing to quell Seleste’s excitement.
“Okay, inside,” Hood ordered Seleste, who was a little too quick to obey him for her to be happy about, though the way in which he let his hand slide down her side as she slipped past him had another throaty gasp blossom out past her lips.

Moving through what was obviously an attic, Seleste threw a passing glance at the various crates and loose items with which it was packed full, but otherwise headed straight down the narrow passage leading through all the assembled junk to a short wooden ladder that was fixed onto the floor and which reached up to a hatch leading onto the roof. The hatch was already opened, and it and the small, circular windows at each of the far ends of the attic was what allowed the moonlight to fill into the attic.

Seleste climbed up the ladder and peeked outside, getting a quick glance of how almost every house down the entire length of the street seemed to have light pouring out through every window before turning her head to see Thamara appear from behind the other side of the roof’s ridge, her teeth glimmering in the moonlight as she offered Seleste her outstretched arm. Accepting it, Seleste was surprised by the strength that Thamara possessed as they worked together to get her onto the other side of the ridge.