Not much of a fight

"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." The scraggly-haired man took a step towards Faelith. His bald companion circled around so they were on opposite sides of Faelith.

Faelith squinted, tightening her grip around her blade. Two against one was not good. The men readied themselves for a fight. The elf raised her sword and slashed at the scraggly-haired man, but was stopped by the bald man's blade. The scraggly-haired man thrust forward with his blade. Faelith staggered backwards, nearly losing her footing. She quickly regained her balance and swung her sword in a wide arc. Both men leapt backwards to avoid her attack. The scraggly man then charged forward, swinging his sword wildly. Faelith stepped backwards as she countered every one of his wild swings.

The bald man ran from behind and slammed his shoulder into her back. She buckled and fell to her knees, the wind knocked out of her. The two men closed in on Faelith. The scraggly-haired man held his blade above her neck. "That's enough. You should have just left us alone." He lowered his blade to her cleavage. He cut the fabric and Faelith's breasts spilled out into the open. The two men stared at them, their faces turning red and their cocks stiffening.

Faelith blushed as the cool breeze hit her tits. "I think we got time," The scraggly said to the bald one. They both dropped their weapons to the ground. The bald man grabbed her arms while the scraggly one fondled her tits. He squeezed them in his palms, pulling and pinching her erect nipples. Faelith gritted her teeth as the men had their way. The bald man undid her armor and clothing. Soon she was naked in the street and the men's cocks were free.

"I've always wanted to do this to an elf," The scraggly-haired man growled. He lifted his shaft up and rubbed the tip against her lips. "Suck it, bitch. I know how much elves like to suck cock." He pressed his erection against her lips and she opened her mouth. He slowly slid it into her mouth, going all the way down to her throat. Faelith gagged on the thick cock, her eyes watering from the discomfort. The man started to thrust back and forth, fucking her mouth. "Fuck, this feels so good!" Faelith pushed him back and spat on the ground.

The bald man's cock was rock hard. He grabbed Faelith's hair and **** her to look at it. "Suck it, elf." She complied and began to suck on the thick cock. She ran her tongue over the head and shaft. She sucked on the cock, her cheeks hollowing out as she did. The scraggly man played with her body as he waited his turn. The bald man grunted as Faelith bobbed up and down his shaft. He grabbed her head and started to fuck her face. The elf's muffled protests were muffled by his thick cock. The scraggly man laughed and pushed the elf away. He grabbed her by the hair and shoved his dick down her throat.

Faelith was passed between the two men for a while. Both were eager to fuck her. The scraggly-haired man was the first to cum, spraying his hot seed down her throat. He pulled out and the bald man shoved his cock into her mouth. He continued to pound away at her mouth. Faelith's head bobbed up and down the shaft. After a few minutes of sucking, the bald man finally came, shooting ropes of cum down her throat.

Faelith hunched over, cum and spit dripping from her chin as the two men laughed. They picked her up and bent her over against a wall. "Fuck yeah, let's do this," the scraggly-haired man grinned. He lined up his cock and thrust into Faelith's pussy. "Fuck!" He groaned in pleasure. Faelith's eyes went wide as the man's cock plunged inside her. It was big, much bigger than the one that had been in her mouth. "Fuck! So tight!"

Faelith gasped as the scraggly-haired man pounded her from behind. He was rough and aggressive, his cock slamming into her and stretching her cunt apart. His balls slapped against her pussy and thighs. "I'm gonna fuck this slut till she passes out!" He roared and slammed into her again. Faelith moaned as the scraggly man continued to fuck her. Her tits bounced back and forth with each thrust, her body rocking and shaking from the man's brutal ****. "Fuck, this is great." The scraggly man continued to pound Faelith. He reached around and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them hard.

After several minutes of fucking, the scraggly-haired man grunted and shot ropes of hot, thick cum inside her. The elf's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt her pussy fill up. But even after her cunt had been filled, the man wasn't done. He continued to thrust in and out, his cock still pounding away at her. Finally, he pulled out and shot the last of his load onto her back. The man stepped away, his cock now limp.

"Damn, she's a good lay."

The bald man grabbed her by the hair and bent her over. He lined up his cock and thrust into her. Faelith's eyes went wide. He was much bigger than the first man and her pussy was stretched wide to accommodate his cock. He was rough and aggressive, pounding away at her. The bald man smacked her ass with his free hand. Faelith bit her lip and tried to keep from crying out but the man was too rough. His cock was thick, stretching her pussy and pounding into her. Faelith moaned as he slammed his cock into her. She felt her pussy tighten around the invading cock. After another minute of pounding, the bald man came, shooting his thick seed inside her.

Faelith laid there panting, her body covered in sweat and cum. She felt exhausted and sore. Her body trembled and shook as the bald man stepped away from her. He gave her ass another smack before walking off. "Let's go," the scraggly-haired man said. The two men left the alley but their disappearance was followed by the brief sounds of fighting.

"Miss Faelith?" The elf commander turned to see Guardsman Oggars staring at her, with a concerned look. He helped her up and to get dressed. "Are you alright, miss Faelith? I saw those two attacking you."

"Thank you," she muttered. "Where did the other man go?"

"All three have been subdued. I managed to get the jump on them." The boy blushed at his accomplishment and looked away.

"Thanks again, Oggars." She smiled at the boy. "Now let's take these men to jail. I have some questions for them."

Back at the guardhouse, the three men had been split into different cells. Faelith had little interest at the moment of the two men that had fucked her in the alley. She leaned against the bars of the lockpick's cell. "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 at the Night Wench's tavern tonight."

"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.