Chance upon by a Scoundrel-POV Change

This, against all odds was his lucky day. He was born a disgusting street rat, his birth name never spoken to him, though he calls himself Chet. Just another face from the Walled city, the city he lived most of his life in, destined to pick pockets until one day dying in a dirty alley fighting over scraps. Or wasting away from a disease he'll get fucking sone disease ridden whores, or murdered by guards for sports.

Point was, he was dirty, poor and alone until news broke out on the streets about an expedition ****. Aiming to slay the demon lord. Sensing an opportunity for untold riches and hopefully somd opportunities to sow some of his oats into some poor unlucky maiden. He joined the ragtag group of camp followers following the expedition **** as they cut straight into the heart of Demon lord's territory.

Sticking to the sidelines, he pick up any worth while scraps to sell to for some extra cash. And when the Demon lord was finally he was one of the many looters descending on the battlefield once the smoke has settled.

'Jackpot!' he mentally cheered, picking up a few incredibly useful artifacts and monster relics. Including a shadow clock, a common relic among the races of monsters that hide in dark. Allowing any creature wearing it the ability to hide in the shadows of others. Taking as many valuable items he could physically carry on his body and in his sack. The shadow clock became incredibly useful to avoid any of the remaining monsters and his fellow scavengers. Once he had his share hours later, he started returning back to base.

As he returned, and idea appeared in the scoundrel's mind. 'All the best loot would be stored in the main expedition camp' he realized. Waiting in the shadow, Chet watched from a far as the Hero Roland organised his remaining soldiers. 'Fucking pretty boy, bet he's fucking all the girls in his party's the scoundrel thought jealously, though this was a thought hardly unique to him. The selection of incredibly beautiful and powerful women in the Hero's party were the subjects of many a man wanking sessions.

'The loot would probably be in the tents in the center of their camp and with that I can have any woman I want' the scoundrel's eyes shifted from the Hero, barking orders to the numerous tents set up in the expedition main camp. Chet spied the central tents with avaricious in his eyes.

Only official members were allowed in the expedition camp, tag alongs like him were forbidden. Though watching as the Hero matched off with a significant portion of the soldiers, slipping past the remaining guards was little trouble. The scoundrel slowly and cautiously made his way to the main central tents. Stalking in the shadows, as guard patrols became more comes as he neared closer to the centre, until he spotted the Legendary Healer Sirene exiting a large tent with a smile on her smile.

Though the scoundrel's eyes were focused a specific section of the Legendary Healer 'Those breasts would put all the whores back in the city to shame, I want to wake up feeling my cock sandwich between those breasts every morning' the scoundrel thought watching Sirene until she turned a corner and was out of sight.

'The tent she left must have been her personal tent, it wouldn't hurt to have a look around' He reasoned to himself. Looking forward to raiding the Legendary Healer's personal belongings.

He slowly approach the tent Sirene exited. Pushing open the flaps of the tents, expecting the tent to be empty. Chet was instead greeted with the opportunity of a life time.

'Fucking Hell' he thought with a sinister grin as his eyes laid upon the sleeping form of the Elven princess Allisa herself.