A Night With the King of Thieves

“There she is! My Queen of thieves. Bestowed in jewels!” beamed Autolycus. From behind her, Autolycus heard the door close. Probably Joxer or Xena. She walked over to the bed, spilling many precious jewels from her bodice, watching as Autolycus’s eyes twinkle with greed. She spun to look at her lover. Her heart raced as she studied Autolycus in the dim firelight.

Auto was brazenly handsome. A head full of luxuriant dark hair, a little lighter than her own. Deep brown eyes set into a sun kissed brow. Auto gathered all of her thick black hair in his hands, cupping his hands behind her head and kissed her deeply. Deep enough, she felt her knees grow weak. A terrible weakness washed over her entire body. In an instant, Auto had seated her on the bed, lifting her dress off of her body.

Leaving her in a lonely bodice as most days, she went without knickers. Auto forced her legs apart with his knee as he gazed down upon her. He was a rough lover, they way love making should be to her. She did not become bashful or look away; instead, she looked right up at him. She felt his hands; his fingers spread the lips of her bearded clam. She gasped with the sudden rush of cool air. She did twist, tried to twist away from this.

She just wanted Autolycus to fuck her and fuck her hard. Auto’s fingers pried her open quite widely. He pinched her clitoris, making her head roll back. A moan slipped past her ruby red lips. Her clitoris scalded. She couldn’t help but rock her hips into Autolycus’s finger play. She was gasping by the time Auto undid his pants.

Autolycus pressed the tip of his cock to her thigh, she moaned, lifting her hips, welcoming her lover’s cock inside of her vagina. In an instant, Autolycus’s cock dove into her. It filled her, filled her to the point that she could feel Autolycus’s wet, sweaty patch of pubic hair. Autolycus lifted her by her firm arse. Autolycus carried his lover away from the bed, her arms wrapped around his neck and legs wrapped around his waist. Bobbing up and down on Autolycus’s cock. Harder and harder she rode Autolycus’s cock, the full length.

Their faces were connected at the lips, tongues inside one another’s mouths. Twisting and tumbling. She moaned into Auto’s mouth as she felt the jarring explosion within her own body. In her own sex. With a loud cry, a cry loud enough to wake anyone sleeping in the inn, she felt the shattering orgasm. Auto drove his climax into her. Auto groaned deep in her throat, a groan that was almost afraid to enter her mouth.

His hips froze and then came to life once more in a frenzy of jerking thrusts. His lips did not leave her lips once. Oh no. He seemed to be sucking the crying moan from his lover’s lips. The room was suddenly, all at once quiet, save for the lover’s breathing heavily upon one another. He pulled free of her bearded clam and laid her on the bed. He crawled on top of her, kissing her.

Everything was a blur, save for Autolycus’s brazenly handsome, sun kissed face in the dim firelight. A delightful blur. A delightful blur as she drifted to sleep in his arms.