To Catch a Thief [Closed] - Printable Version

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To Catch a Thief [Closed] - megs - 06-27-2017

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RE: To Catch a Thief [Closed] - megs - 06-27-2017

Julianna couldn’t remember the last time she had been trapped in a closet. She also couldn’t remember the last time she had been so close to being caught. She also couldn’t remember the last time she had accepted a whining sob story as grounds to take a job. Apparently, she couldn’t remember a lot of things and when she escaped the situation she should probably take a short vacation to get her shit back together.

“You don’t understand!” The man had shouted this as he paced back in forth in the short space of Julianna’s room. He was wringing his hands over a fancy handkerchief. Fancier than those usually carried by the types of people who bargained for her services. The halfling thief was doing her best to look bored, when she was rather intrigued. The man continued to walk back and forth irritably.

“The amulet has been in my family for generations, and is apparently very powerful. It’s a priceless heirloom!”

Jules snorted a laugh, her ears twitching quickly atop her head. “It sounds to me like the price was sex with an incubus.”

The man paused, looking past her head, eyes had gone glassy and wistful. He sighed a dreamy sigh and Jules turned her head in either direction. Her tail appeared behind her shoulder as she waited for him to snap out of his strange reverie. It must have been quite the demon.

Julianna had taken the job out of a sort of wild curiosity. The amulet had been lost fair and square but she liked stealing things and did not often get the opportunity to travel into Darkside. The client had directed her to the Red Palace, a renovated hotel turned bordello run by a greater demon and filled with succubi and, the rarer, incubi. She had given the man a vague idea of her plan and a lax timeline as to when she would get it done. He didn’t seem entirely pleased with her conditions, which was to be left alone and he would get the item when he got the item, but he left nonetheless with the promise of payment upon delivery.

Aesthetically, it was certainly quite the demon. The description she had be given of the incubus had seemed far-fetched at first. Tall, with light eyes and dark hair and skin the color of umber decorated in paisley designs of white ink. Curling horns with delicate etchings. Large wings with feathers dark as night with the shifting colors of an oil slick. The details had sounded like a fever dream whipped up by a desperate and sex-starved noble, but when she had finally laid her own eyes on the incubus, she found the account to be lacking.

Jules had taken her time. She had done the job as well as any other, and she liked to think she was very good at her job. So when she thought, she had memorized the prostitute’s schedule, and discovered which room as his, that breaking in would have been the easy part of the job. Which it was. She was in the room now, a simple lock pick when the hall was empty.

It had been the schedule part that she had gotten wrong. Usually when the incubus (Eoin, she had been told) was finished with a customer he would disappear down to the bar to find another. Fifteen to thirty minutes he was usually gone, but he’d been quicker this night. Returning in ten. She had barely had time to search the room when voices outside the door caught her attention.

Now, she was huddled in a closet, hunkered down on the floor and hidden in the shadows. Ears pressed flat to her head, she silently twisted the leather of her whip in between her hands. It was more awkward than worrisome, and even awkward was putting it lightly. Her ears burned where they were pinned backwards, along with her face which was flushed.

Trapped in a closet while a prostitute serviced a client was not exactly her idea of a job well done.

RE: To Catch a Thief [Closed] - saronym - 06-27-2017

Having been in the service of Zella - which is to say he spent his day servicing clients and the financial benefits were mostly reaped by the greater demon - for many years, Eoin had developed an uncanny skill in remembering faces and names. He certainly remembered the faces and names of clients who gifted him with trinkets. He remained blissfully unaware that his latest and favorite trinket was the object that had caused him to come under the covert surveillance of a thief.

The object in question - an amulet - he had had refashioned into an excessive looking penis ring that currently encircled the base of his cock. The amulet itself rested nicely against the skin above his cock. The flat skin of his lower abdomen below his navel was decorated by the circular gold piece with a gem of some value in the middle that swirled with deep purple hues. It was a rather curious object. And Eoin liked the way his dick looked with it on.

For the moment his member was tucked away in his leather pants as he escorted his newest client - an eager merchant into his room. The conversation trailed with them as Eoin opened his bedroom door.

“Make yourself at home.” He welcomed the man to his room. The client’s hands were already on him, running over the taut muscles of his stomach and down towards the prize in his pants. Eoin pushed at the man’s hand guiding it lower and pressing it over his cock. “This is the only weapon we’ll be needing tonight.” His voice was sultry and non-combative. “Allow me to relieve you of that lovely scythe.” He released the man’s hands and reached for the weapon strapped across the man’s back.

“I’ll lock it up in my closet.” He offered even as he carefully dragged the sharp blade over the man’s jaw. “And then we’ll take care of your clothes, hm?”

The young merchant stuttered, “S-s-sure.” He was left staring up at the taller demon with something like awe and perhaps fear. For extra effect, Eoin allowed his wings to flare out and turned to put the weapon away for his own safety. He’d worked in the business long enough to have crafted a rule: absolutely no weapons. Too many had tried to cut him. Too many had succeeded.

Eoin crossed the room, black wings spread such that the feathers were caught in low lighting bringing out the oil slick effect, and opened his closet to deposit the scythe. He was the one left blinking and lips parted in surprise. His wings flared further and flapped once as a deep frown marred his brow.

“What’s this?!” He demanded of a blushing kitten he found hiding in his closet.

His client tried to peer around Eoin to peep at what he’d found in the closet but the demon filled the space of the door to the closet and completely blocked his view. “Is everything alright?” He asked cautiously, though his question went unanswered.

RE: To Catch a Thief [Closed] - megs - 06-27-2017

Ears swiveled forward towards the sound of muffled voices on the other side of the closet doors. Nervous hands ceased their fidgeting along the oiled leather of the whip, lest the smallest of noises give her away. She charted her breathing to something slow and steady; tail twitching a silent metronome of pace with which she timed her breaths in a way that caused her lungs to burn with need. This was fucked. She was fucked, with no way to escape in the foreseeable future. Before she could even think to wonder if the situation was going to get worse, it got worse. When she leaned forward to peer warily through the slats of the barrier, she noted Eoin moving closer to her hiding spot.

She cursed loudly, if only in her head. A long and diverse string of expletives as she fumbled for her bag. Trying to be both quiet and efficient and just barely succeeding. She rummaged among the items stashed within, fingers searching for the feel of a familiar case. Small, and round with the rough edgings of a gilded decoration. Where the fuck is it? Sometimes, there was a downside to having a pack that was literally endless. Enchanted for better storage. She leaned into the bag, her arm all but disappearing into the dark leather. Fuck. How did she leave the house without her vanishing powder? How did she even think to-

The door was pulled open and Julianna was left blinking in the wash of light. Pupils narrowing into thin slits to accommodate the effect. Though dim to set the mood it was still brighter than the relative darkness of the closet. Green eyes rolled upwards to settle on the displeased expression currently worn by the incubus whose room she was trespassing. He would have still towered over her even if she’d been standing, but nestled on the floor she felt downright diminutive. One of her ears fell lopsided, but her tail was still where it curled nervously against the small of her back. The vexed motion of his wings pushed enough air at her to upset the curling locks that framed her delicate features. She swallowed thickly, doing her best to formulate a response in her head, even as her fingers tightened around the handle of her whip. White knuckled with the effort, though she didn’t know what it would do for her in this situation.

“Oh,” she breathed, if only to buy herself time. Still working on an effective lie. “Oh my. I seem...” she paused, forcing the fallen ear upright. “I seem to have the wrong room.” Nope. That wasn’t it. That was not at all an effective lie. “How embarrassing. I'm mortified.”

RE: To Catch a Thief [Closed] - saronym - 06-27-2017

Eoin blinked impatiently down at the woman huddled on the floor of the closet, not at all moved by her lie. His client was trying to peer around the sizable demon without much success. Eoin leaned the scythe against the wall and reached down to snatch at the whip she held with the intent of pulling her up to a standing position and out of the closet.

“A lost little kitten in my closet.” He observed, sneering at her in a way that put his elongated canines on display. Perhaps it was a dangerous assumption to see the thief as but a mere kitten, but nonetheless his stance over her and her bungled lie lent itself to the moniker.

“You’re in the wrong room?” He asked as he unzipped the black leather pants that clung to the shape of his thighs, ass, and cock. The motion and his tugging the pants down freed himself revealing to her his erection. Ridges and piercings led all down his shaft to the base where he sported his new amulet-fashioned penis ring - the accessory he was so proud of incidentally being just the thing she came for.

“So you didn’t come here for this?” The incubus then assumed a position that put more of his body on display. Hands on his hips with the hips slightly jutting out towards the little woman. A power pose to say the least. The demon tsked and covered himself again, zipping his pants up with an exaggerated and put out motion.

“So what should we do with her then?” He asked of his client as if the nervous merchant was his sidekick in some evolving evil plot.

His client who gaped at the demon’s exposure turned to looking rather displeased with the notion that he had to do anything with her when he came to do things with a tall - and rumor had it two-dicked - incubus. (The second dick was on a secret menu which Eoin wouldn’t offer to such a client and thus he’d kept the second one flaccid and tucked away where it couldn’t be seen). Eoin’s intrigue was sparked enough that his bland patron faded into the background. He couldn’t have cared any less what the dull merchant did or didn’t do. Nor did he care if the man was satisfied at that point.

“I know. We’ll see what Zella has to say. Maybe she can direct you to the correct room?”

Even those with a scintilla of knowledge of the bordello would know that the matron would be immensely displeased with the interruption of one of her best prostitutes and a good paying client. Thus the suggestion was more threat than anything else. Eoin tested the cat to see whether she was indeed as clueless as she played.

RE: To Catch a Thief [Closed] - megs - 06-27-2017

Julianna stared back up at him with thinly masked defiance. Perhaps, she should have looked away from his hard stare. Tried a little harder to be apologetic, to play the confused ingenue who had managed to get herself lost in a whorehouse, but he didn’t believe her. So, the point was moot and it was time to find a new strategy.

She made a cat-like noise of protest when he reached for her whip. Something like purring trill, high-pitched and emanating from her throat, resounding off the back of her teeth from behind closed lips. She held steadfast to the weapon as he lifted her easily off the floor. Almost too easily; she was small and light and for a brief moment her feet left the floor and she seemed to dangle in his possession before he released the braided leather and she was able to stand properly. Ears pinned backwards when he called her a kitten, but she didn’t protest. They pushed forward again when she realized the path of his hands.

“Yes,” she repeated with some emphasis when he questioned her presence in his room, again. She tugged at the ends of her jacket to set her clothing back into sorts; wrinkled from being cramped in the closet and then somewhat manhandled by the large incubus.

She looked mildly alarmed when she realized the path of his hands, her own stopped fidgeting with her clothing, and her ears pushed to stout attention as green eyes dropped to the parts of him that he had exposed.

“No!” she snapped quickly, eyes rolling away from the impressive length of him, and the cock ring that managed to shimmer in the low candlelight. But also, yes, because indeed, exactly what she had been looking for was pierced through the end of his manhood. A mahogany blush flared across her tanned cheeks as she kept her eyes on his face. She took a small step backwards when he shifted his hips, beckoning her attention to once again fall on his erection.

Julianna breathed a sigh of relief when he finally covered himself. Her tail flickered, agitated, behind her knees. He addressed his client about what to do with her, and she could not see the other man with the towering demon that filled her vision and she didn’t care to. While the patron could cause her problems later, at the moment she’d prioritized Eoin as the immediate concern she would need to neutralize. She swallowed hard, ears twitching on top of her head.

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” she countered quickly at the mention of the bordello’s madam. The threat of his words quickly hitting their intended mark. Julianna shifted on her feet. “I’m sure we could find a way to resolve this between ourselves,” she continued, still going for cute, and harmless kitten as wide eyes looked up at him from beneath a fringe of dark lashes. “I was an honest mistake.” And though it wasn’t, the Elder Demon that ran the place had quite a reputation for herself, and though her job was a bust, Julianna intended to leave the bordello, relatively unscathed.

RE: To Catch a Thief [Closed] - saronym - 06-28-2017

At this point, the patron was becoming somewhat annoyed. He had a raging boner and didn’t have anywhere to put it at the moment. The demon he had wanted was now giving entirely too much attention to the diminutive cat hiding in the closet and that made this customer quite angry.

“Eoin.” He said impatiently from somewhere behind the demon.

The one addressed turned with a slight sashay of his hips. Wings flared which he did on purpose because they would come very close to the face of the woman. “Yes?” He drawled at his unhappy customer.

“When are we going - to -” he flushed, embarrassed by the prospect of announcing what he intended to do. The man clearly had never paid for sex before.

“Fuck? Would you like to put on a show for the kitten here?” Eoin stepped to the side revealing the little woman. “Or better yet, should we put on a show for you?” He turned to the side and put his arm behind her back to coax her forward. “What could we get up to with this?” He asked as his hand closed over hers on the handle of the whip. His hand engulfed hers and moved up and down over hers and the handle as if he were stroking a cock.

The merchant was not pleased with this display. “I paid for -”

“Be a dear.” Eoin cooed and stepped away from the woman to escort his patron to the door. His hand went to the front of the man’s pants to tease and stroke at a hard length hidden beneath fabric. He did it to patronize him. The merchant suddenly didn’t seem to mind the emotional manipulation the demon was putting him through. “Go down the hall there and knock on the last door. My lovely friend Risa will take good care of you until I can clean up this business here, alright?”

The merchant was shuffled from the room at Eoin’s tender insistence. The demon rounded on the tiny woman still with his chambers. His arms folded over his chest, wings flared behind him, “So. Why don’t you tell me what you are here for my pretty kitten? Tell me does a kitten have a name?”

RE: To Catch a Thief [Closed] - megs - 07-11-2017

An outstretch of oil-slicked feathers nearly hit her in the face, and she flinched against the contact that never came. Realizing the the gesture had probably been intentional, she frowned at his back. Specifically the space between his shoulder blades where those pretty wings protruded outwards.

Green eyes peered out of the slits between the larger feathers towards the bottom. A disagreement was brewing, creating an unhappy customer who seemed too close to starting a scene. Julianna swallowed hard, because the situation was taking every wrong turn it could find.

Ears pushed upwards and alarm marred pretty features as she was no longer hidden behind the incubus. Not only was she no longer hidden, but she was brought to the absolute forefront of attention as she stepped forward. Following the direction of that adamant push at the small of her back. Julianna froze, tail curling towards her spine as he lowered his face near the line of her own and encircled his hand around her whip.

Julianna was entirely sure that the display was to make her uncomfortable. The beginnings of whatever punishment he would undoubtedly attempt to dole out for her intrusion. Eoin finally moved away from her, and she exhaled. She’d been holding her breath without realizing it. The demon’s focus was back on the customer so Julianna was back to trying to find a way out.

My pretty kitten. The phrase drew Julianna’s focus sharply back to the demon. A quick turn of her head, and a subtle glare. It was very clear that everything about those three words annoyed her, even though she was in no position for annoyance.

“Julianna,” she snapped. He could have her name if it kept him from calling her kitten again. “I was hired to retrieve an amulet,” she admitted, finding no more reasons to lie to him.

RE: To Catch a Thief [Closed] - saronym - 07-11-2017

There was nowhere for her to escape to as Eoin easily blocked the shut and latched door with his large frame. He seemed content to continue blocking it as he stood there firmly.

“Julianna.” He tested the name out, putting special emphasis on the many vowels, and then smiled as if he hadn’t registered her aggressive tone. “Lovely name for a lovely kitten.”

Eoin moved out of the doorway and towards her. Stalked would be the appropriate descriptor. There wasn’t a sound in the room save the leather of his pants enunciating his barefooted steps.

“Amulet. Amulet. Hmm.” He said slowly while his index finger tapped pensively at his chin. Eoin knew full well that he had recently come into possession of a very valuable amulet which he had fashioned into a cock ring. He also knew that he had displayed his cock to her and there was a good chance that the sneak had seen the amulet and knew he had it.

He didn’t feel in the least bit threatened that she could take the ring from him without his knowing - given its sensitive location - and so he didn’t address it.

“Tell me,” his eyes settled on top of her head, peering curiously at the feline ears that seemed so expressive. He was veering off topic, more curious now about the woman than her quest. “Can you control these?” Whether it was rude or no, he didn’t seem to care as his hand lifted to touch the tip of one furry ear. His wings gave a half flare before settling neatly at his back as if emphasizing the comparison he was making between his wings and her ears. He could control his most of the time. Could she?

His fingers lingered at the ear feeling velvet on the pads of his digits. They were softer than he expected. Quite soft.

RE: To Catch a Thief [Closed] - megs - 07-12-2017

Her name rolled around on his tongue as if it were a piece of hard candy. Furred ears twitched when he called her lovely, but her face was an expressionless mask. Suddenly, she didn’t care that he had also called her kitten again. Her tail uncurled and dropped towards the floor, a slight lift to the tufted end kept it from dragging on the paneled flooring. Julianna observed Eoin where he stood across the room from her. Her gaze leveled on his as she opened her bag and pushed her whip inside it.

He was toying with her. Julianna forcefully reminded herself that he was a whore and it was his job to charm people. He’d just ask quickly do the same to an intruder if it meant getting what he wanted from her. She didn’t know what he wanted, but it had to be something since he’d neither handed her off to the madam of the brothel or asked her to leave.

Julianna’s tail bristled as he sauntered towards her, but she didn’t move. Obviously, he intimidated her, but he didn’t need to know that. She stood her ground and lifted her chin defiantly. The amulet was out of her reach, for now, possibly, for good. If she was lucky, she’d just have to make it through this encounter and she could be on her way.

He wasn’t looking at her. What was he looking at? Something slightly above her. A kittenish noise of protest sounded in her throat as he handled the sensitive ear. The shrill chirrup was to mask the involuntary purr that started. “Yes, I can control them.” She could not, however, control the vibrations that wavered her tone. “And my tail too,” she added, before he felt the need to grab it as well. She would have touched his feathers if she could reach them, just to prove a point.

“Is there something that you want?” She pulled her ear from between his fingers by forcing them to fall against her hair.

RE: To Catch a Thief [Closed] - saronym - 07-24-2017

“Oooh!” The expression of surprise came in response to the kitteny noises she made at him when he touched her. He took his fingers away as that fall of her ears indicated that she didn't want him touching her any longer.“I like that very much.” If he could purr he likely would be along with her. “Charming thing you are.” He complimented her as if she were perhaps a pet.

He leaned slightly to the side to get a look at her tail when she mentioned it. He nodded approvingly of that appendage as well. His wings had settled against his back folded neatly after a shake or two to get everything in its proper place.

Hands went to his hips and he took a step back as if to get a better vantage by which to admire her. “Something I want?” One hand moved to splay out against his chest and then he laughed almost cruelly at her. “By golly, what ever could a whore want? Surely a clever little sneak like you could figure it out.”

“The problem is…” he trailed off and paced back and forth before her a few times before he came to a halt. “I rather like the amulet I have. It looks so good on me. Didn’t you think so?” Now he was fishing for compliments. “And I can’t think of anything I might be inclined to trade it for, you see, so we’re at an impasse here.”

RE: To Catch a Thief [Closed] - megs - 07-26-2017

The incubus was entirely too pleased with her feline features. The halfling continued to frown as the features pinned themselves as close to her body as possible. She was still purring, which annoyed her to no end, but she was thankful she wasn’t blushing. Which is usually what happened when she purred. However, the weight of his entertainment and compliments was threatening the cause the crimson flare to appear on her cheeks.

Julianna on shifted on her feet faltering under his observation. Her ears shifted across her hair, sticking off either side of her head, but didn’t spring upright. There was something pouting about it. She clearly didn’t like the tone of his laughter or his mocking words.

“I’m not really that invested in this job,” she admitted, completely ignoring the obvious way he tried to draw a compliment out of her. That did not however stop her from thinking about the twinkling amulet she’d seen pierced through his manhood. “We could just as easily part ways here and be done. Like it never happened.” Her ears pushed upwards, she cocked her head at him as if she’d made the most tempting offer. Both of them walking away empty handed. Sounded great, right?

RE: To Catch a Thief [Closed] - saronym - 08-29-2017

“No? Not invested, eh?” He asked. The baritone of his voice pushed higher with the inflection of his question. He didn’t believe her of course. “So why put all that effort into sneaking into my chambers and scaring off my good-paying clientele.”

His tongue clucked disapproval against the roof of his mouth and he wagged an index finger at her as if she were a naughty child.

“All that for us to both walk away empty handed. Not to mention poor me in the negative having to turn over my client to a colleague of mine. A potential repeat client at that. Shouldn’t I be rightly compensated for your intrusion? For your violation of the sanctity of my locked room? For the disruption of my business? For the continued worry I might experience knowing a crafty thief wants what’s between my legs?”

He was pacing back and forth in front of her again, hands cupped together behind his back under his wings as he did so. He stopped short and then shrugged his shoulders.

“I suppose I could let you go. But I’ll demand a price.” He let that hang in the air for a few dramatic moments. “You must let me pet your tail.” He smirked at the low cost and ridiculous request he demanded of her.

RE: To Catch a Thief [Closed] - megs - 09-03-2017

It was clear she didn’t like that scolding sound he made at her, by the way her ears once again fell into her hair. Her eyes tracked that wagging finger with near imperceptible movements. That hopeful expression she’d worn, when suggesting he just let her walk away, cracked little by little with every reason he gave to express an unwillingness to just let her waltz out of his room, and presumably his life.

Ears pushed to attention, and she opened her mouth as if to speak. Julianna was more than happy to reassure that she would not be returning for ‘what was between his legs,’ in reference to the amulet or anything else he could have been implying. Her reassurances, however, were interrupted by his coming up with a supposed solution to the whole ordeal.

“My tail,” she repeated, the appendage in question curling upwards and tucking close to the small of her back. “You want to pet my tail?” It was both confusion and disappointment that marred her tone. All in all it seemed like a small price to pay, but Julianna had a personal rule about letting people she wasn’t fucking touch her tail. Just like that she was blushing again, and she wanted to ask why, but she could guess the answer. The incubus was keen on humiliating her, and she’d done a great job of advertising a way to do it when he’d touched her ears.

“Uhm…” the thief sighed, and went silent again. Looking as if she might deny him his price. She rubbed a hand over her face, ears twitching rapidly atop her head. “Okay,” she finally agreed, unenthusiastically. She removed the strap of her bag and let it fall to the floor, before taking off her coat, easier to get to her tail without it. She dropped that article to the floor too, but made no other movements. As if it were entirely up to him to decide how he wanted to go about it. Potentially over-complicating a simple request.

RE: To Catch a Thief [Closed] - saronym - 09-04-2017

Eoin’s face was an all too obviously innocent mask. So clearly effortfully constructed that it advertised anything but innocence. There was a funny little smile that curled both corners of his lips and he nodded quickly his confirmation that indeed he was demanding to pet her tail.

Eoin was silent while she considered the offer and continued to be so while she readied herself for the experience. He found it quite telling that she had to make preparations for the petting. It certainly said something about how she might receive such an act.

He didn’t immediately go for it, but instead walked around her as if she were a mannequin he was examining. He stopped at her side and eyed the attractive little appendage that extended nicely from the lowest part of her spine. He continued towards the bed and sat on the edge of it. Julianna was just within arms reach and he snatched at her, dragging her backwards to him by her hips until he had effectively pulled her right into his lap.

Once he had her settled there, he felt first at the base of her tail with his index and middle fingers. Dragging them from the start of the furry line and down a ways. “Well.” The word was fraught with dramatic inflection as he drew her tail between his index and middle to drag them the rest of the way down to the tip. “Quite soft.”

He was emboldened by the contact and wrapped his hand with her tail and held it hostage. “What a lovely trait, darling. I like that very much. Do you like to have your tail pulled during intercourse? Or is that a no-no?”