Possessions [Limitless/Janus]

[Limitless]

Considered one of the most wealthy cities on the continent, Eria was undoubtedly the place to live. Of course it had its poorer quarters, well away from those of the wealthy but the heart of the kingdom was a jewel. It also contained a great many of them and it turned out that in Eria thievery was quite the lucrative profession, provided you had the skills to avoid if not detection, then capture at the very least. Soren Atkis was most definitely one of those people.

By day, the black haired, blue eyed young man was a simple servant. He dressed in the clean but simple garb of a man working in the employ of someone much more wealthy but who was absolutely meant to be ignored in the halls. He would straighten the master's bedchambers, run his baths, remove his worn clothes for washing and generally perform the menial tasks about the manor as needed, staying well out of the way of his betters. He didn't smarten up well enough to serve the meals and he wasn't skilled enough to cook or tend the master's stables, nor drive the master's coach. He was just one of many servants who kept the place running the way it should whilst not drawing attention to himself.

It was the perfect cover.

By night, Soren Atkis was the renowned thief known as the Shadow of Eria. Working through a third party who would pass on details of the thefts he was to perform, he worked essentially for anyone who had the coin to afford his services, with no exceptions. He wasn't one for charity.

No-one was safe from him though, not noble nor peasant should they be in possession of his target. Usually it was jewels or jewellery but it could just as easily be items for blackmail, clandestine meeting information, correspondance in an illicit affair. For the amount that he cost, he couldn't afford to be picky about what he pilfered. Of course, all the money was kept in a safe place well away from the manor that was his place of work. His third party who was a nobleman of a slightly lesser status also got a cut of the profits of course.

It was after passing off a pilfered pouch of diamonds to that very noble that the Shadow of Eria flitted through the city under the cloudy sky back to the manor and the servant's quarters that he called home. The other servants would be long asleep and the master would have no interest in the comings and goings of his servants, so Soren had no fear of capture on return to grounds.

After slipping back inside and leaving no evidence of ever having left, the thief snuck back into his tiny room in the servant's wing and tucked his sneaking outfit under a loose floorboard beneath the bed. Time to grab as much sleep as he could before he faced another day as a faceless servant.

 

[Janus]

"Damned hoodlums!" Tavin Daimh slammed his fist onto the ornery desk in his study. He had just received another report of his gold missing. His green eyes flared in anger at his depleting wealth, little bits of it leaking out. These attacks had only hit him recently, and the wealthy noble couldn't bring his mind to focus on anything else. And he wasn't the only one; his fellow peers, affluent in their own right, were also discussing the increase in thievery in the city, all of them targeted by some fool who called himself the Shadow of Eria. He had laughed when the name was first brought up, as if some fool was wandering around at night, stealing from the rich. Chalk it up to paranoia, he had disregarded, so sure that his friends were having delusions. But now that he was experiencing the same situation, he saw the truth in their words. "If I ever get my hands on that accursed bastard, I'll be sure to have him shot where he stood!"

He walked over to the balcony, harboring a scowl as he overlooked the Kingdom of Eria. The young master had been born with a silver spoon, never knowing the pains of the poor and never found any interest in them. His parents had taught him only one lesson: that there are those who serve and those who are served. It was the natural order of things, and it was his right as someone of his status to maintain his wealth, not have it sucked dry by some vagabond who can't understand his place. The hierarchy existed for a reason, and the separation of the rich from the poor was what the gods intended. His fists were clenched tight at the lingering thought, irritated that it had infuriated him to such degree.

He would definitely have to have a conference with his friends at the royal kingdom, looking for a solution to rid their glorious city with the thieves that plagued it. He re-entered his study, brushing back his golden hair before closing the door behind him. "Call in the maids," he barked, hearing an immediate 'as you wish, sire' response from the other side of the wooden doors. The aristocrat paced around the room, lacking the desire to accomplish anything for the day, a testament to his spoiled lifestyle. His temper lingered as he heard a knock on his door. "Come in," he growled, his back to them. Two female servants entered, bowing even though he wasn't looking.

"How can we be of assistance, Lord Daimh?" They spoke, voices meek and subservient. Tavin could feel the tension build up inside of him, knowing that there was only one way to alleviate it and grant him some modicum of relaxation.

"Relay a message to the kingdom's council. Tell them it's from me, and that I urge them to hold a conference in discussion to the recent increase in larcenies around the city. And one more thing," he gruffed as they were about to head out. "Fetch me one of the male servants from the quarters. I have something I need to take care of." Nodding, they closed the doors behind them and headed towards the back of the manor.

 

[Limitless]

A lot of nobles were of the mindset that the Shadow of Eria was actually a group rather than an individual, adamant that the complexity of the thefts, the sheer impossibility of the skillset needed to commit them was beyond the ability of a single person. Each noble would try to outdo the next over the security of their wealth that while the Shadow of Eria was most definitely an accomplished thief, his reputation had been blown ever so slightly out of proportion. Fair enough, he heard about who required his services or if there was a lucrative haul ripe for his taking through his nobleman liaison but the thefts themselves were carried out by him alone and part of Soren was flattered by how highly they thought of him, but part of him wanted to correct every last one of them. He was better than a clumsy group. Everything he needed was in his own possession.

However in the interests of remaining anonymous, Soren had said nothing, letting the nobles draw their own conclusions until it became less and less likely that they would think of a servant to be the culprit. So Soren was safe.

When he was called upon to attend Lord Daimh, the raven haired youth was dusting ornaments in the hallway nearby the servant's wing. The maid who passed on the message didn't seem hurried so it didn't seem urgent but Soren knew better than to finish what he was doing before answering the summons. Thanking her for the message, Soren hurried off to put his cleaning supplies back where he'd gotten then from before hurrying off the master's study where the maid had told him that he would be expected.

He knocked politely before entering, shutting the door behind himself and then offering a bow at the waist. "How can I be of service, my Lord?"

 

[Janus]

Tavin watched as the black-haired individual stepped inside his study, waiting for his orders. The noble did a quick appraisal of the young man, and appearance-wise, he was somewhat attractive. He didn't have much requirements when it came to employing male servants, other than being somewhat good-looking and knowing their place. The man had gone through several servants in the past, who weren't willing to submit were thrown into the streets for their defiance, their names blacklisted to prevent them from ever earning their keep again. Tavin despised those who failed to accept their place in the world, and he wouldn't bother to waste the effort in putting up with it.

The aristocrat walked up to the servant, his hands behind his back as he grabbed a closer inspection. Not bad, he thought. The other's somewhat athletic body shown through the tattered clothes, and Tavin eyed the decent curve of his ass. He'll do.

He sauntered back to the chair by his desk, settling himself in as he spread his legs. With one hand, he gripped the slight bulge forming at the crotch of his pants, looking over to the servant with an annoyed stare. "Well? What in God's name are you waiting for?" Tavin had assumed that all of the male indentured were informed of his requests for sexual release. "Get over here and take care of this," he scowled, kneading his hardening eight-inch cock.

 

[Limitless]

Soren held still as he was inspected and it was that action that gave away the master's intentions for that encounter. Of course he'd been told before getting the job that the master's preference was in young men of attractive appearance so it was only a matter of time before such a request reached him. Soren himself, given his occasional nighttime jaunts into the coffers of the city's most wealthy, was in great physical fitness even if he was a little on the slender side. The master made sure his servants were fed reasonably, so that they didn't pass out in his halls. It was good to know that he passed his first inspection though. Even if he found the whole situation distasteful, he absolutely did not want to lose his job. The wealthy could be fickle though, so Soren knew that just because he looked okay, didn't mean he could skate by on that alone.

Not needing to be told twice, the raven haired servant approached once his master was comfortable and sank to his knees with a little haste, not wanting the lord to grow any more impatient with him. "Sorry, my lord," he apologised over the delay as he reached up to undo the man's pants. Honestly it was impressive and he reached into Tavin's pants to pull his length free from where it was beginning to tent pants that probably cost more than Soren earned in a month. He spat into his hand so that he didn't cause any chafing and stroked it firmly, feeling the weight of it in his hand until it was fully hard and only then did he finally lower his mouth to it.

He'd experimented a little, growing up, but never before had he been faced with a cock so large. Part of him wasn't entirely sure what to do with it but he did what he could, taking the head of the sizeable cock into his mouth and sucking even as he kept one hand stroking the length not in his mouth. He didn't dare raise his eyes, making sure to focus on what he was doing, hoping that he wasn't doing anything wrong.

 

[Janus]

Tavin groaned, throwing his head back in his seat as he tugged his pants down further, giving himself more room and freeing his cock. He placed a hand on the back of the servant's head, guiding him down as his hips pushed upward, slowly forgetting about that blasted thief. He closed his eyes, his thrusts growing in aggression as he slid his cock in and out of the warm, inexperienced throat. He pushed his cock in deeper, wincing as he gripped the young man's hair in a tight fist. "No teeth," he growled, ready to sentence him to punishment if his arousal wasn't building up.

The mixture of precum and saliva was dripping down his throbbing cock, he felt himself nearing orgasm as he rammed his cock in, blatantly ignoring the young man's discomfort or the gagging sounds that filled the room. "Take your master's cock," he gruffed, holding the servant's head in place as he fucked the wet hole. Tavin could feel the cum build up inside, and with a hard grunt, he shot the hot jets into the servant's mouth, emptying his cock in his mouth. The man shuddered, letting the cock grow limp before he released the young man's head, and leaned back in his chair, completely relaxed.

"You can leave," he dismissed, closing his eyes and resting his head against his knuckles. At least the act took his mind off of it for now, though he knew he was going to need the services again in a couple of days. "And send in the maids to clean me up," he added, massaging his temples as he remembered the meeting he was going to have in a few hours with one of his friends who was also struck by the thief.

 

[Limitless]

While it hadn't been an unexpected order, it was one of the most unpleasant ones he'd ever had to fulfill. For the minutes that he spent in the Lord's study, he was just an object to be used and boy did the master take full advantage of that. Soren struggled to take the cock that was shoved into mouth, nudging and passing a short way into his throat and it was an effort that made his eyes water to keep himself in place and not rear back off the sizeable cock in his mouth. Lord Daimh obviously didn't care about how much the servant was gagging too so Soren just closed his eyes and waited for it to end. With Tavin's hand on his head, he didn't even need to do anything but endure.

When it was finally over, Soren rose shakily, gasping for breath and trying not to cough or spit up the mess shot down his throat. He wiped a dribble of cum from the side of his mouth with the back of his hand and with a bow that the lord probably didn't see, Soren wordlessly left the room and vowed to repay the pompous ass in one of the nights to come.

After passing on the message to one of the maids to attend the sated lord, Soren moved off to bathe, wanting to scrub himself clean and wash his mouth out. In the comfort of a servant's tiny bathroom, he rinsed his mouth a half dozen times and then chewed a sprig of mint stolen from the kitchen garden but still imagined that he could feel the cum in his mouth, the weight of the master's cock on his tongue. The thought made him gag again and it was yet longer before Soren felt clean enough to resume his normal duties. He was a little too disgusted by his treatment, a little too shaken by it to want to attempt a theft that night. Even the other servants in the halls looked on him with sympathy as he glared sullenly at the silverware he was polishing in the dining room that afternoon.

 

[Janus]

Tavin set his cup down, leaning back into the chair as he listened to his friend, Lord Davros ramble about the rise in thievery in the city. He nodded in agreement, concerned about this Shadow of Eria running rampant around, taking whatever he pleased. "I concur, Davros, we need to do something about this. We need to stop him before this situation gets out of control." The noble subtly eyed over at the corner of the wall, where some of his maids stood in waiting. Normally, the man would have sent them outside and grant him and his company the privacy to discuss such matters. But he had other cogs he wanted to get in motion. Turning back to his friend, he faked a panicked look. "The Prince of Eria had sent me a gift recently, too. A priceless necklace from the kingdom's royal collection. I had promised him I'd take exceptional care of it, placing it the locked vault in my study. I'll have to hire guards to keep watch if this Shadow of Eria business continues for any longer."

He turned to the maids, who had jumped in surprise after listening so intently to what he had just said. "I'm feeling a bit peckish, go inform the chef to whip up a light lunch," he instructed, waiting for them to leave. "I'm going to catch that pesky burger in the act," he finally confessed after they had the room to themselves. I've rigged it so that when the vault is opened, all windows and doors will seal up with myself inside to confront that infernal rat." The two of them laughed, and Tavin set plans up to hide himself in the secret safe room in his study that only his family knew about.

 

[Limitless]

Menial chores were hardly the most thrilling things to be doing but they were as much in the job description as being used as a fuck toy. Obviously though, Soren preferred one over the other. It was while he was watering plants in vases in the hall that he overheard the maids chattering as they rushed past in the direction of the kitchens. Intrigued by the snippet he caught as they breezed along the hall, he vowed to visit the kitchens where all the gossip would be had once he was done with that particular chore. Outright asking what they'd been privy too would only arouse suspicion and there was no rush. When the servants dined, that was when the majority of the rumours were spread amongst the staff. Neglecting his duties in the pursuit of gossip would only get him into trouble with the head of staff anyway, if not the master of the manor himself.

So that evening, he overheard that their very own master was in possession of a valuable the likes of which hadn't been accessible in decades, due to the royal vault's security. Even the Shadow of Eria hadn't tried breaking into there. Yet. He learned of its location, the very study where he'd been taken advantage of, and thought that it would be adequate payback for the event that had come to pass in that very room, not that Tavin would know the ulterior motive behind it. Soren would have to leave it a few days at least though, to let the rumour spread. Doing it the self-same night that the master had revealed his treasure would only draw prying eyes to the staff of the manor. A few days would allow the rumour to spread, enough that anyone in the city could be the culprit once the treasure was stolen.

So it was days later that the Shadow of Eria was at large once more. Long after the servants had retired to bed, the black-clad thief crept to the study, wary of a trap, feet light so as not to make a sound. Everything was going smoothly, he had his escape route ready.

Then he opened the vault.