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Chapter 9 by hambo hambo

Oh dear! What will they do?

They go in for the (metaphorical) kill

A swarm of eager, horny female thieves inched closer and closer to their nearly-denuded prey as Vanessa continued to talk circles around him.

She was an immensely skilled orator and fast-talker, and was having no issue keeping Roger confused and distracted from his lack of attire. Unfortunately for her, she was just a little _too _good. Her friendly flirting was having a rather... unintended side-effect on the cute, if not particularly smart, man she was chatting up.

As her fellow thieves crept in closer to their prize, Vanessa's words (and looks) were starting to have quite an effect on their mark... one the leader of the Thieves Guild spotted out of the corner of her own eye.

The beguiling babe's words had stirred something deep and primal within the man, and the crest on Roger's pathetically small thong started to warp and contort as the thin fabric tented outward.

The knight, foolishly believing he was still fully armored, tried to act casual and hide his growing arousal (at least on his face), but his body couldn't lie, and soon his ample manhood was straining against the flimsy fabric of his tiny thong and giving the gathered women a tantalizing tease of what they would soon see.

Vanessa's own face started to flush as her eyes wandered downward. Her mouth suddenly felt very dry and she mindlessly licked her lips.

"Uh-huh..." she mindlessly murmured as Roger asked her another inane question. "Yeah... s-sure..."

The seconds seemed to drag out as her accomplices prepared to strike. The multiple feminine hands drawing closer to that last little scrap of Roger's dignity and honor.

Vanessa squeezed her thighs together and suppressed a moan. This was going to be so exquisite!

"What are you looking at?" Roger asked, freeing Vanessa from her own pervy thoughts.

"Huh?" The woman asked as she looked up at Roger's face just as he looked down at himself, them back at her.

The two blushed as their eyes met, and then Roger's hands shot down to cover his crotch as he squealed in shock and shame.

What's next?

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