Send them from whence they came

You might be a thief, but you have enough professional pride to not let anyone rob the place you're staying at. Hell, you didn't even let Sayza pickpocket a pair of nobles, why should you let these elven outlaws get away with stealing a whole stack of boxes from a tavern owner's inventory? That man's got to make a living too.

You rush down in the blink of an eye, hiding behind one of the stable pillars.

"Zed, grab those ones, in the corner" you hear the female elf whisper to her partner, directing him to some smaller boxes stacked in an alcove. The sound of the horses in the stable and of the elves themselves rummaging around masks any sound you might make to betray your presence.

When Zed turns his back on her to grab the boxes, you strike, zipping towards the female elf and do your thing on her outfit. She's tall and slender, her face reflecting an ancestral arrogance, and her eyes are piercing, even when not focussed on you. She's dyed her characteristic silver elven hair a deep blue with streaks of purple. Pft, who does she think she is: some kind of protagonist? That's not her, that's you! She's wearing light leather armour, strapped in like a corset at her back. Underneath she's wearing pants and a tunic, tied up with an ornamental belt holding a set of knives. These garments do not consist of single pieces of fabric, but instead are made up of a multitude of seperate pieces, each of them shaped like a leaf and sewn together with some kind of thick thread. The effect is very peculiar, as if you're peering at a forest.

The clothes are no match for you though; it takes virtually no effort for your practiced hands to strip her down all the way to the tight thong she's wearing. You then wrap her bra around her hands, tying them behind her back, and gag her with a strip of fabric torn from her clothes.

You return to your hiding place to watch as time resumes. The elf's expression turns from arrogant sneer to utter shock, writhing and muffling. You see her eyes snap in Zed's direction, as she realizes he's about to get a frontal view. At that exact moment Zed turns around with the stack of boxes, which he promptly drops from his hands as his eyes land on the tits of the nearly naked elf before him.

"Cira!" He gasps, bringing his hands up to retroactively stop himself from making too much noise. He looks away, flustered. "C-Cira, I uhm.. I'm flattered really and I like you, but here, now?" He seems to be misinterpreting the situation. Cira responds with angry mumbling through the gag, as she tries to turn around to hide her exposed chest.

You once again hop out from your hiding place, strip zed down to his underwear too, and gag him as well. His physique is muscular, but slightly thinner than what one might expect on a similarly muscular human. His underwear is already bulging, and you can't blame him. Cira's quite a good-looking gal. You carry Zed onto the saddle of one of the elves' horses, and then carry Cira over, placing her in his lap facing Zed, legs astride. You wouldn't want either of them to fall off the horse and injure themselves, so you tie them securely to the horse and to each other, with Zed's hands fastened to the reigns and Cira's arms wrapped around Zed's torso. You rope the elves' second horse to theirs, so that it'll follow them back, and you of course relieve them of their baggage - all the supplies they tried to steal from the tavern.

You stand next to the horse and let time resume, observing the hilarious spectacle of the two elves coming to grips with their new awkward position, clumsily trying to get free while maintaining balance on the horse. Cira's position leaves her constantly falling into Zed, squishing her breasts against his torso, while Zed's arms keep brushing against her sideboob because they're attached to the reigns. The struggling, blushing pair only notice your presence after a few moments.

"No stealing in this town unless I do it, lovebirds!" You gesture with a nod of your head towards the courtyard's exit. "I hope your horses know the way home." Then you give the horse a pat on the rear and watch the horses ride off into the night with the humiliated - not to mention thoroughly confused and shocked - pair of bondaged elves, leaving your sight as they turn a corner.

That's enough work for one night. Let's head back to bed.