A Noble Deed

Corbin Night is my OC.
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Corbin Night slinked through the doors to the castle, flashing his invitation to the guards. He pulled slightly at the clothes he wore-they were itchy and hot, and he wondered why all the nobles bothered wearing them just to look good. He supposed that impressions were everything when you were a higher class. What a boring existence, the thief thought.

This wasn't a regular job, if you could call anything Corbin did regular. He had been hired to infiltrate a foreign castle, steal a gold necklace with mammoth ivory inlays and bring it back to Asmana. It was important enough to warrant a pay of 4,000 gold, and Corbin wasn't going to turn that kind of money down.

His eyes scanned the room. He wasn't looking for the necklace-he knew it was locked in a safe in the queen's bedroom. He was making sure nobody had noticed him come in. No eyes were turned towards him, but a single elf guard with a spear was walking towards him. Corbin braced himself, worried he'd been set up.

The guard stopped in front of him. "Sir, Madam Nualu wishes to speak with you. She's at the end of the room to your right." He spoke in a formal tone. However, he then dropped his voice. "She's one of the best pyromancers known, so do yourself a favour and don't make her wait." He then walked away.

Corbin looked to his right and saw her instantly. Deciding it was best to get it over with, Corbin walked over to her. The elf was so tall, Corbin's eyes came level with her chest. Her skin was a light crimson and she wore a long black cloak that draped over her shoulders and down to the floor. Her slanted eyes and free-flowing hair were both a bright shade of hazel. Her face carried an expression of boredom as she gently sipped at a tall glass of blue coloured wine.

"Madam Nualu. You wished to speak with me?" Corbin bowed slightly to her.

Madam Nualu looked down and swallowed her sip. "Yes I did, Mr Night. I have heard a great deal about you and wanted to know for myself if half the stories are true." She began casually, but then her voice became a whisper. "I know why you're here, and the royalty was wrong to take it, as treasonous as it is to say that. Is there something I can do to help you?"

Corbin thought, studying her face. He saw no lies in it, and she seemed trustworthy enough. But something was still wrong. "And what will you ask of me in return?" Corbin asked her quietly.
She smiled like a child caught stealing. "Nothing malicious, I assure you. Just a...private favour." Her face reddened slightly. "First, let us focus on what needs to be done for you."

"Hmm..." Corbin was still suspicious, but he somehow knew she wouldn't plant a dagger in his back. That was enough for him. "Okay. I need a distraction and a clean way out."

She smiled again. "Easily done. When you have the necklace, come back to me and I will guide us out. I'm well known enough that I can get away with such things."

"What if they still try to stop us?" Corbin couldn't stop the question from exiting him.

"Then they'll learn just how powerful I can be." Madam Nualu finished her glass of wine, placed it on a small table and walked into the center of the room. "Nobles and servants, guards and guarded, I wish to put on a small display. Gather around so I may show you all." She called to the room at large. Whispers sprang everywhere, rumouring about her powers and her way of wielding them.

Corbin seized his opportunity, ducking behind the bar and into the kitchen as quietly as he could. He wished he'd gotten less bright clothing to wear, but he could work with it. There was nobody in the kitchen anyway. Not much food was being served-it was mostly drink.

The thief crept into the hallway opposite the door and listened for footsteps or idle chatter from guards. None came, but he stayed silent and in the shadows whenever he could, just in case. Stealing for a living taught you lots of things, including constant caution. He checked corners before rounding them but he was becoming more and more certain that most of the guards were in the main hall.

He knew he was nearing the Queen's bedchambers and that they would be guarded. All the royalty's bedchambers were guarded around the day and night. He didn't want to fight them, but there was no other way in that didn't risk him falling to his death. Those routes would likely be guarded too. Readying himself, he walked up to the guards directly.

"Sir, you're not supposed to be-" One of the guards started, but Corbin interrupted with a right upper-punch that knocked his helmet off.

The other guard, a female, thrust with a spear that barely missed Corbin. He grabbed it and pulled hard enough that she fell to the ground. The thief used the spear to block the male guard's mace before kicking him in the lap and swinging the blunt end of the spear into his head, knocking him out. The second guard attempted a similar kick but Corbin dodged it, span around and struck the guard's helmet hard enough to dent it. He followed it up by pulling the helmet off and punting her in the face. Checking the two were down for now, Corbin picked the keys from the male guard and opened the door.

The Queen's bedchamber was less ornate than he'd expected. It was large and mostly white, but there was little in the way of carvings or statues. Even the bed-big enough for a troll-had little design besides an intense polish. There was a wine rack on the right side of the room, filled to the top with bottles. In addition, a single large painting of Mount Yomfall hung on the left. Corbin supposed that the Queen was a woman of simple taste.

He soon found his target: a small polished steel safe next to the bed. Corbin studied it; it was a simple safe, but it was very tough and hard to break. Unless you knew how to switch between fire and ice spells faster than the eye can see, that is. But it would still take much less time picking the lock. With this in mind, Corbin drew out a thin knife and a lockpick.

The art of lockpicking was simple. Merely rotate the pick until you feel resistance, then push against the lock with whatever instruments fit. If the lock was any good, you needed to do it multiple times. Corbin counted a mere 3 on this lock and scoffed. With some luck and patience a novice could have broken into it. He expected more from the nobility.

He pulled open the safe lightly, grabbed the necklace and crept out over the feebly stirring bodies of the two guards. He luckily made it back to the hall room without incident. He was nearly at Madam Nualu when the male guard he'd knocked out burst into the room. He pointed at Corbin and shouted "Thief!" for the room to hear.

Like an elegant bird, Madam Nualu swept over to him and draped her hand around his shoulder. "Leave this to me." she hissed as guards surrounded them.

One of the guards approached holding a spear and spoke clearly "Madam Nualu, I'm going to have to ask you to step away. We need to arrest this man."

Madam Nualu explained. "No, I shall be taking him with me. He is the guest I have...chosen for this party. As long as I am near him he is my personal property and is not affected by law." Corbin noticed the other guests eyeing him with concern, but some with pity.

"Madam Nualu, this man has stolen a valuable possession of the Queen's and we will arrest him." The guard told the elf.

Madam Nualu's eyes lit up slightly. "Are you denying me what I have lain claim to?" she asked fiercely. The guards immediately tensed up and Corbin saw some of them grip their weapons tighter.
The talking guard didn't flinch. "Madam, it is not a question of denial. This man *will* be detained and-"

What happened next was almost too fast for Corbin to see. Madam Nualu's right hand burst from her cloak and the flames from the fireplace rushed into it, dancing around her hand, then arm, then her entire body. The guests all around took a step backwards, scared. The fire elegantly streamed around the elf's body as she shrugged off her cloak, letting it fall to the floor. Underneath, she wore a simple short red dress with golden embroidery and heeled shoes to match.

The guards seemed hesitant to approach her, but they didn't seem willing to back down either. They stepped forwards in formation, eyes seeking out any reason to either strike the first blow or sheath their weapons. The fire circled Madam Nualu faster as her eyes began to glow orange. The guards took a step forwards, their weapons raised. Corbin raised his fists, ready to fight again-

"Enough." a deep but clear voice rang out. All heads turned to see an orcish woman clad in royal armour walking into the room. This was General Verilant, commander of the local army. "I know not what this is about, but it ends now. The High King will not have bloodshed in his castle except in times of war, and this is not one of those times." Her voice was gentle yet firm and full of conviction. It was a mark of how much respect she commanded that both the guards and Madam Nualu immediately yielded without argument.

One of the guests picked the elf's cloak from the floor and draped it back over her shoulders. She murmured a thank you and bowed to General Verilant before placing her arm around Corbin and leading him outside without a word.

"I can see why you're considered one of the best pyromancers known." Corbin told her. He'd never seen fire wielded with such finesse. She merely smiled in answer as they approached the carriage.

A burly female elf with a huge shield on her back stepped out. Corbin supposed that she was Madam Nualu's shieldmaiden, although the pyromancer didn't need one based on what Corbin had just seen. The elf held out her hand and Nualu told him to give the necklace to her.  They stepped inside afterwards.

"Now I can confess. I was the one who hired you." Madam Nualu told him. She took a large purse from underneath her seat and handed it to Corbin.

The thief blinked. "W-Why?" he asked, confused.

She straightened her sitting. "Well, that necklace belongs to my shieldmaiden. It was stolen some time ago and I needed to hire somebody who I knew had no loyalty to the Queen. I heard about you through my sources and took the risk. I'm beyond happy you were up to the task."
Corbin couldn't help but smile. He pocketed the reward and asked "So are we going back to Asmana?"

Madam Nualu smiled. "Not yet. I have a secondary offer for you. It is really very simple. It gets incredibly lonely for a Phoenix Elf-we are mistrusted because of our past." Seeing the look on his face she answered his question. "Phoenix Elves are supposed descendants of the first Phoenix. We are masters at both pyromancy and healing, and our first ancestors believed that fire was synonymous with life, and lack of fire-darkness-was synonymous with death. This outlook caused them to set the world on fire. That tainted the world's look on my kind forever. Most won't give a Phoenix Elf the time of day."

Corbin could work her request out. "You wish for me to spend a night with you, Madam Nualu?"
"Just Nualu, Corbin. There's no need for formalities now we're out of the party." She answered. "But yes, I need to feel that sensation of a man pushing into me, to let my mouth taste the reaches of his length...just talking about it is making me eager."

Corbin smirked. He saw the carnal hunger in her eyes, although he'd already made up his mind. "Of course, my Madam. I'll just consider it an addition to the 4000 gold."

Nualu smiled widely and knocked on the carriage. "Quarama, stop at the next inn we come to. Mr Night has agreed on the 'bonus'."

The elf at the front answered "Certainly, Madam...and Mr Night, thank you. I appreciate you getting the necklace. I know it was a risk."

The thief shrugged. "It wasn't so bad. I've done riskier, but this was one of the first in which I needed help getting out. Strangely enough, it was a lustful elf who got me out of the first one too."
Nualu smirked. "I'm merely unchaste, not lustful."

After a minute or ten of silence, the carriage stopped with a short lunge outside an inn. It wasn't large-it had only one floor-but it wasn't small either. The building seemed to creak as the wind blew against it. A small sign hung next to the door; "The Spread Eagle Inn."

They entered to find it almost empty except for a goblin barmaid behind the counter. Corbin guessed that most adventurers didn't travel this way, or maybe the goblin dissuaded them from entering. Bigots. Nualu spoke with the barmaid for a few seconds before gesturing to Corbin to come over.

She took a healing potion from the counter and placed it between her long fingers. She held a hand underneath it and whispered in a tongue Corbin had never heard before. She began to rotate the bottle of potion as a small flame erupted from the hand underneath it. Nualu stopped whispering and kept spinning the bottle until the potion inside became much lighter. She then handed the potion to Corbin. "Drink. You'll regret it if you don't."

Corbin downed the potion in one go-it was much lighter than other potions-and felt a warmth spread throughout his whole body, from his middle to the very tips of his fingers and toes. Before he could even ask, Nualu answered, walking into a room to the right. "That potion will prevent any burns you'd normally get. It takes a great deal of concentration just to not burn someone during a handshake. Now come, we're in this room."

Corbin pulled off the clothes he'd been given for the party while watching Nualu shrug off her cloak and kick off her shoes. Her hands reached the side of her dress and she loosened the lace before pulling it over the top of her head. She had a build that could be called slim, but it would be average upon a shorter woman. Her stomach was toned and smooth, her breasts of fitting size and shape. Her hips were not large, but by no means small either, and her legs were tall and slim.

As Corbin looked over her body, she too looked over his. The dark curls forming a cloud on his chest, the muscle lines on his stomach, the small bulges in his legs, a gift from the running his life came with. Nualu's breath was already quickened as she stepped towards him and guided him to the bed, laying him down.
Nualu gently pushed down on Corbin, her long fingers almost covering his chest completely. Her hand moved downwards as she traced his stomach muscles with her finger. She pulled down his loincloth and let out a soft "Oh." of surprise. She wrapped her right hand around it, gripping it firmly but not hard.

Her hand gently stroked Corbin's shaft, her left hand gently squeezing his sack as she pressed her lips to the tip. Her fingers coaxed out the clear liquid and her hand slathered it around the length, making repeated trips to the tip. She moved upwards slightly and rubbed her teat against the tip before repeating the act with the other breast.

"That should be enough. Corbin...get on top of me. I want you to have control..." Nualu's voice was low and passionate; her breathing strangled with desire. She clambered off of Corbin and lay on her back, spreading her cunny with her left fingers and gently squeezing her nipple with the right.
Corbin wasted no time: he rolled over her and positioned his cock at her entrance. She let go of her folds and he gently prodded twice. Hearing Nualu squirm with need answered his unspoken question, and he pushed into her depths.

"By the Phoenix...it's been too long..." Nualu sighed, her eyes rolling upwards for a moment. Her entire body seemed to relax as he sank into her. Her pussy tightened around Corbin's cock and she wrapped her arms and legs around him, seemingly without knowing it.

He pushed into her slowly but deeply. He savoured every inch afforded to him, and Nualu's fingers dug into his flesh, their owner lost in pleasure. He hit the base of his length and it seemed to act like a wakeup to Nualu; her eyes snapped open. Corbin never stopped looking into her eyes as he pushed back into her, her breath escaping in a long sigh. Her right hand rested on the back of his head, but she seemed lost for words. He knew what she was telling him however, and was more than happy to do so.

He continued the slow and steady rhythm, but thrust hard every few pushes or so to give her spikes of pleasure. Every sudden thrust was met with a gasp and a momentarily tighter grip on him. On one of these thrusts, she closed her eyes and he felt her entire body pull against him. He pushed to his hilt, realizing she was climaxing. Her breath came in gasps afterwards, and Corbin waited for her approval before continuing onwards, which came as a nod.

Corbin sped up slightly more than before, but kept his pace leisurely. Nualu had released her grip on him, and her orgasm had wettened her depths as well as scented the air with a hot smell that Corbin found almost intoxicating. Because of this, the thief quickly felt his own climax approaching.

"Nualu, I'm close..." Corbin breathed.

Nualu pushed him off of her, whispering "Lay down. I want to taste it."

He obliged, lying on his back as Nualu brushed her hair out of her eyes and took him into her mouth. She sucked almost lazily on the head before moving down and taking his cock to the base, sucking her way back to the head. She repeated this, her tongue circling the tip every time she pulled back.

Corbin, unable to hold back longer, unleashed his load into her mouth, and she pulled to the head to recieve all of it on her tongue. Corbin counted five spurts, but Nualu pushed against the bottom of his cock base with her thumb and ran it to the tip, milking more out. Nualu appeared to move his cream around her mouth, letting it touch every inch she could make it before swallowing with a loud gulp. She smacked her lips lightly and voiced her approval. "Delicious."

Corbin made to get out of the bed to leave, but Nualu grabbed his arm. "Stay." He could tell from her eyes that it wasn't an order or a command. "Please." she added.

Corbin didn't have to think. He instantly climbed back into the bed with Nualu, who wrapped her arms around him and held him close. Her grip, the hot smell of her still-wet pussy, the taste of her skin that lingered on his lips as he kissed her nipple. This felt good. This felt right.

There were other jobs out there, certainly. But Corbin didn't think about them. For now, Corbin just embraced Nualu as his eyes closed and he drifted into dreams of what he'd do with his reward...