Shopping!

Riva guided her horse toward the marketplace and dismounted near a row of colorful stalls. She handed the reins to one guard, instructing both men to stay back while she browsed. The scent of dyed fabrics and sun-warmed leather filled the air as she approached a merchant whose bolts of silk shimmered with familiar patterns from her homeland.

The merchant, a lean man with sun-browned skin and a neatly trimmed beard, noticed her instantly despite her plain riding clothes. He bowed low. "My lady, these silks traveled three moons to reach your court. Feel the weave! Lighter than air, yet strong enough to hold embroidery that lasts generations."

Riva ran her fingers over a bolt of deep crimson shot through with gold threads, leaning close to examine the pattern while the merchant described each shipment. Two stooped figures slipped between the stalls behind her. The cutpurse pair moved with practiced silence, hands darting toward the pouch hidden beneath her cloak.

Their fingers brushed fabric instead of leather. One thief pressed a small blade against the seam at the back of her dress, slicing a clean arm's-width opening from hip to thigh. The second thief expertly reached through the fresh cut, his palm sliding over the bare curve of her ass. Not finding a hidden stash, he tried reaching further, fingers pushing between her thighs towards the heat of her smooth wet pussy. Riva now felt the intrusive hands, and with a gasp she turned to look behind her.

The thieves panicked. But before fleeing, the one searching for her purse managed to cup the full weight of her ass cheek, squeezing hard enough to leave red marks. They withdrew empty-handed, leaving the merchant to yell threats after them as Riva checked the damage to her dress. The cut was clean and small, easy enough to repair. Her heartbeat drummed at the thought of both being narrowly robbed and also being groped out in the open marketplace.

She smiled shakily at the merchant, asked about the next shipment, and let the lingering sensation of those bold, searching fingers fuel the slow burn building inside her. She wondered if the thief had her scent on him now. She pictured him lifting his glistening fingers to his nose and inhaling deeply before sticking them in his mouth, sucking her juices off with deliberate slowness, tongue curling around each digit.

The merchant continued speaking, unaware. Riva's pulse raced, her nipples tight against the fabric while she half-listened to the merchant's words, a slick warmth spreading between her thighs and trickling down her leg.