Saskia- Enchanted Desires

Saskia placed her palm on the window, leaving her sweaty handprint on it. Her breaths were harsh, her hand pressed tighter, then slid, smudging sweat through the glass.

“Mmmmmm!” she cried out as Rilitar fucked her from behind. He leant his head over her shoulder, and she felt the tip of his pointy ear poke against her head. His long, soft hairs tickled her shoulder.

She loved it when he fucked her standing up.

Soon, they both reached their climax. The great thing about elves; they knew just when a girl was about to finish, and they could hold themselves long enough to cum at the same time. She breathed heavily as he gripped her hips tight, draining every drop deep inside her pussy and filling her up before eventually releasing her.

“That was amazing,” Saskia said as she collapsed onto the bed. Her pussy still tingled, still throbbed like Rilitar’s cock was deep inside her, like it was still moving around in her.

Rilitar laid behind her, stroking her dense hair. They laid there for a while, trying to relax.

“I still don’t like it,” Rilitar ruined the mood.

“It’ll be fine.” Saskia sighed. “We’ve done this a hundred times.”

“This time feels different.”

He was right, something did feel off about this.

“There’s no backing out now. It’s too late, the job is on.”

He nodded a couple of times, a sense of worry in his eyes.

“Just try to relax. It’ll be fine.”

Saskia couldn't shake the feeling of unease as she traced his muscles with her fingers, feeling the tension beneath his smooth elven skin. She knew it was a job they couldn't say no to, but she couldn't help but wonder what lurked beyond their upcoming mission.

Rilitar sat up, leaning against the headboard as he looked down at her. The worry lines in his forehead were more pronounced than ever, but he managed to **** a smile.

"We'll get through this, like we always do," he reassured her, trying to convince both of them that this would be another uncomplicated assignment.

Saskia wanted to believe him, but as they moved to prepare for their next target, her heart raced faster than her footsteps. It was an unsettling feeling, knowing that this time, the risks seemed higher than ever before.

She slept terribly, and they were woken up by the knocking on the door.

“Mornin’ lovebirds,” Leon barged in before they could answer.

Saskia covered herself with the sheets while Rilitar sat up.

“You know,” said Rilitar. “The point of knocking is to wait for a response.”

“Oh… I thought it was to let someone know you were coming in.”

Saskia glared at him. Red cheeks, and so overweight. How was this man a thief? And a good one at that?

“Carlos wants us to meet in the sitting room in ten minutes,” he said, before leaving the pair alone.

The tension in Rilitar was evident as he sat up. Each heartbeat sent a pulse throughout the bed. There was no time to think about it, or discuss it. They both got up and dressed, then headed for the sitting room.

Leon slouched in the lounging chain in the corner, Carlos in the chair opposite. Evalina stood a little awkwardly, hands folded, the base of one foot resting on the wall behind her. Then there was Rodrigo on the sofa, calm as ever, not looking at anyone.

“Let’s go over the plan for tonight,” said Carlos. “Make sure we all know what we’re doing, and what’s expected of us.”

Saskia and Rilitar exchanged uneasy glances, silently acknowledging the tension in the room. They knew that whatever mission they were about to embark on, it was going to be dangerous, and their instincts were screaming at them to turn back.

Carlos began to outline the plan, detailing their objectives, escape routes, and the estimated time frame for the job. Rodrigo was their mage; a banished mage from Octoton, like all banished mages, he’d turned to helping thieves. He’d be able to use his magic to distract members of the party and get them downstairs. Evalina was an expert at picking locks, and a worthy distraction, should she need to be. Leon was there for their getaway; he was good at looking inconspicuous, and always seemed to find a way into places he shouldn’t be in. Saskia and Rilitar, they were always the best and getting into safes, and taking the items, even if there were enchantments and other spells protecting them.

As Carlos finished explaining, Saskia felt a lump in her throat. This was more than just a job - it was a high-stakes gamble with life and **** consequences. She looked at Rilitar, hoping to find some reassurance in his eyes, but instead saw the same fear that she felt.