LooseTimber
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Dec 6, 2013
RE: Fortune's Eyes, Fortune's Hands [BlinkyWinky & grungeknuckle]
Devlin was inside the main hall, picking up supplies for the road ahead, mostly food and drink, a few herbal concoctions. Between the two of them, Devlin figured they had no healing capabilities, so best be on the safe side. And it hadn't been much, but Devlin had gotten the best price he could for one of his stolen gemstones. The coinage it had earned would certainly help grease the wheels.
Devlin was taking his time, bantering with the fishermen and the odd merchant, letting Felicity stew outside. He wasn't paying any attention to them though, his mind still on the girl, thinking of her being stared at, maybe even groped a few times. The idea got his blood pumping to all the right places. This wasn't just to punish the girl, and dampen her pride a bit, after all. He did it because it amused him.
And the fact that it was backwoods peasants that were ogling her would really get Felicity's goat, a consideration that made Devlin grin even more.
His daydreams were interrupted by the shout of rage from outside.
His face went pale. "Shit. Fuck balls horse-puncher shit asscrack shit fuck shit," he breathed, sprinting for the door, bags bouncing at his sides. The gag was off. This was bad. In a single motion, Devlin grabbed Felicity, putting his hand over her mouth, while diving his other hand into his sack. He feverishly felt for something, anything, that could be used as a substitute gag. Linens for bandaging. Perfect.
"She was gagged for a reason, you... you... you oaf!" Devlin roared, winding the roll of cloth around Felicity's head, covering her mouth again. The sheer fact that he couldn't come up with a snappy, insulting nickname for the man showed just how stressed he was. His cover had nearly been blown, and if the men had freed her, and turned on him... well, he might have gotten away, but would have lost his prize in the process.
No explanation. Devlin wasn't in the mood for it. He hoisted the bags on one shoulder, untied Felicity from the hitching post, and simply tossed her over the shoulder. And while, under different circumstances, Devlin would have appreciated the great view of the girl's pussy he was presenting everyone with, he was just too mad to care.
And the worst part was, he was mad at himself. Yes, he could try to blame Feliciy, or the idiot pesant who'd taken the gag off, or the old guard who hadn't stopped him. He could try to blame the gods, or the fates, all the animals on the land and all the fish in the sea. But in the end it all came back to him. It could have been avoided if he wasn't trying to be so damn clever.
In such an angry state, he stomped out of town, without another word to the villagers.
Once well out of earshot down the trail, Devlin finally set Felicity down, roughtly, and removed the gag. He was far less angry now, still fuming, and paced back and forth, rebuking her.
"What in all the hells were you trying to - Do you have any idea - What in all the gods glory were you - Oh, fuck it, I need some stress relief."
Unabashedly, as if he were ripping the cork off a bottle of wine and chugging it down, Devlin knelt down, hoisted Felicity's knees into the air and spread her legs, and buried his face into her cunt. Hungrily, he licked up her lips and vulva, then began sucking on her clit, flicking it with his tongue.
Devlin was inside the main hall, picking up supplies for the road ahead, mostly food and drink, a few herbal concoctions. Between the two of them, Devlin figured they had no healing capabilities, so best be on the safe side. And it hadn't been much, but Devlin had gotten the best price he could for one of his stolen gemstones. The coinage it had earned would certainly help grease the wheels.
Devlin was taking his time, bantering with the fishermen and the odd merchant, letting Felicity stew outside. He wasn't paying any attention to them though, his mind still on the girl, thinking of her being stared at, maybe even groped a few times. The idea got his blood pumping to all the right places. This wasn't just to punish the girl, and dampen her pride a bit, after all. He did it because it amused him.
And the fact that it was backwoods peasants that were ogling her would really get Felicity's goat, a consideration that made Devlin grin even more.
His daydreams were interrupted by the shout of rage from outside.
His face went pale. "Shit. Fuck balls horse-puncher shit asscrack shit fuck shit," he breathed, sprinting for the door, bags bouncing at his sides. The gag was off. This was bad. In a single motion, Devlin grabbed Felicity, putting his hand over her mouth, while diving his other hand into his sack. He feverishly felt for something, anything, that could be used as a substitute gag. Linens for bandaging. Perfect.
"She was gagged for a reason, you... you... you oaf!" Devlin roared, winding the roll of cloth around Felicity's head, covering her mouth again. The sheer fact that he couldn't come up with a snappy, insulting nickname for the man showed just how stressed he was. His cover had nearly been blown, and if the men had freed her, and turned on him... well, he might have gotten away, but would have lost his prize in the process.
No explanation. Devlin wasn't in the mood for it. He hoisted the bags on one shoulder, untied Felicity from the hitching post, and simply tossed her over the shoulder. And while, under different circumstances, Devlin would have appreciated the great view of the girl's pussy he was presenting everyone with, he was just too mad to care.
And the worst part was, he was mad at himself. Yes, he could try to blame Feliciy, or the idiot pesant who'd taken the gag off, or the old guard who hadn't stopped him. He could try to blame the gods, or the fates, all the animals on the land and all the fish in the sea. But in the end it all came back to him. It could have been avoided if he wasn't trying to be so damn clever.
In such an angry state, he stomped out of town, without another word to the villagers.
Once well out of earshot down the trail, Devlin finally set Felicity down, roughtly, and removed the gag. He was far less angry now, still fuming, and paced back and forth, rebuking her.
"What in all the hells were you trying to - Do you have any idea - What in all the gods glory were you - Oh, fuck it, I need some stress relief."
Unabashedly, as if he were ripping the cork off a bottle of wine and chugging it down, Devlin knelt down, hoisted Felicity's knees into the air and spread her legs, and buried his face into her cunt. Hungrily, he licked up her lips and vulva, then began sucking on her clit, flicking it with his tongue.