I stagger in shock. Fuck, I'm a lady. My fingers go to my lips, coated red in makeup. My... tits are on full display. I step forward, towards the window to get a better look, and **CLACK** I stumble.
"Ahh!" I let out a girly shriek, as I fall to one of my knees. I'm wearing heels. A thief's worse nightmare. *Oh god what do I do*- "Are you okay miss!?" I heard a gruff voice break my thoughts. Instantly my brain goes into overdrive. I'm busted, just a few hallways from the vault. They're going to string me up. I feel strong rough hands grab my arms and lift me to my feet. *This is this the part where they take me to the dungeon*.
A guard looks me over, giving a smile, or maybe a leer. "Seems like you're lost, my Lady, would you like me to take you back to the feast?"
What? How could anyone reasonably think I could get lost here. "uhhh yes-thankyou" I let out in a quick sigh. My own airy voice startling me. I guess the ring does work, in a way. I struggle to remember the exact magics of the Ring of Belonging.... It makes you not blend in, but belong where you are with who you are, the witch stressed. Take it off to stop the effect... but doing it now in front of the guards is practically suicide.
He motions and I follow dainty in my heels, click clacking echoing through the halls. I am quickly thrust into the feasting hall, and I enter gingerly, as the many lords, ladies, and other notables dance and chat. I see a few eyes glance my way with interest. *Oh man, at least no one here will mistake me for a commoner.* I think, as I grab a goblet of fine wine from a passing servant and stake out an empty high table. Remember the goal, get out and get the diamond from Roland's quarters on the north side. I see Roland himself, across the hall, talking to a few ladies in spirited discourse. I feel an intuition wash over me and I see how the ladies are definitely trying to gain his affection. Which is understandable, he is quite the figure. Strong arms, chin, lovely hair. Great laugh.
I feel butterflies in my stomach. *Wouldn't it be nice to have his hands on me... What?* I reel in disgust at myself. What am I doing, pay attention-
"Hello Lady, Lord Gerold at your service. I’m afraid I did not see you earlier tonight, or I would have found out much sooner. Who do I have the pleasure of speaking to"
*AH, where did he come from?* I look at Lord Gerold. A rich man, (bachelor!) from the northern regions. Fit, clean and sharp in his red tunic and styled beard. His eyes look me up and down, inspecting me to see if I'm his caliber. "Miss Everlyn, just a guildsman-women passing through". I quickly correct myself.
"Well, Miss Everlyn, care for a dance?" He offers out his bejeweled right hand. By its own accord, my left gingerly accepts, with a slight burning sensation from the ring.
"Charmed" I answer, not entirely under my own volition, as the Ring ensures I belong in this classy affair.
I swirl and step with his arms around me, as we discuss the events of the day. Small talk I can do, so many jobs call for wasting a mark’s time with pleasantries while your partner jumps out a back window. We move in sync with the music, his experience guiding me skillfully as I enjoy the feeling of his calloused hands tight on my waist. As the music swells, we press closer, chest to chest, and I feel my breasts push up against his strong body. He looks down at me with a warm smile and I feel the familiar flutter in my stomach, heat rising to my cheeks. Even through my dress, my hips push against his body, leaning into him. He leans down towards me, and on instinct, I reach back up, pressing my lips against his. I feel my body melt in his arms as he tightens his grip on me.
I don't know if it was moments or minutes but eventually he breaks away. I open my eyes and see his piercing blue irises return my gaze. God he was handsome. He leads me to a final spin, my dress lifting up with the motion, as the song comes to a soft end. He then pulls me back, reversing the motion as I twirl back into him. I come to a rest in front of him, my rear against his crotch, with his arms wrapped around me like a shaw. My body relaxes in his embrace, as my head rests against the top of his chest. I feel the pressure of his longing push back against my ass, and a spark of excitement courses up my spin as he leans in close to my ear.
"A lovely time shared with you, Miss Everlyn." His deep voice breaks the silence of my mind.
"Likewise" I exhale out.
"Unfortunately, I do have some politics to attend to. Lords needing attention and such. I'm sure a Guildswoman of your stature would understand."
I feel a pain in my chest. I don't know the cause but it catches me unawares. "Of... Of course. Perhaps we will meet again? Lord Gerold."
"I would like that." And with those parting words, he releases me from his grasp and marches away. The band has quieted down and the dancing has stopped, transitioning to a more mellow portion of the evening. I return to my table, seeing Gerold escape off into another room with a few Lords and scribes. I finish my goblet, looking for a servant to assist me with another one, and a ring catches my eye. My ring. The Ring of Belonging.
A bucket of cold water mentally washes over me, as I feel weak in the knees. *Did I... forget why I was here? Was I seriously dancing with, flirting with, a Lord!? Oh God. This Ring...* The thought of ripping it off before I get swept up by another Lord enters my mind, but I think changing forms in the middle of the feasting hall would send me to the execution block faster than anything else I've done.
*Okay, the Plan. Steal the diamond from Lord Roland. Where is he...* I look around, not finding him. Fuck. He probably took off with one of the ladies while I was... dancing. He's probably back in his private wing on the north side of the keep. I look around, casing the joint from the inside. 3 guards block the direct route to his quarters, one guard blocks the passway through the kitchen. I see a servant carry empty goblets through the kitchen door unbothered. I nervously glance at my Ring of Belonging... I had planned on saving some charges on a couple low stakes hits for the rest of the month, but desperate times.
I finish my glass of wine, breaking my one drink during a heist rule, and make towards the restrooms in a nearby hall. *One of the best parts of royal living, indoor plumbing*, I silently muse, as my heels click and clank through the hall on the stone floor. I make sure no one sees me as I enter the one stall.
A polished mirror greets me, along with the proper restroom necessities. The image of a busty countess staring back at me in the mirror catches me off guard. Gods. I lean forward to get a view of my ample cleavage. Man, Gerold had a heck of view. Wonder what he was up to, anyways.
*Focus!*. I internally yell to myself, and before this womanly mind distracts myself again, I yank off the ring. I feel magic ebb out of my body, but before anything really happens, I press the ring back on, envisioning the nearby kitchen and back hallways for the servants. *A chef, a steward, hells, a servant boy would do* I plead, hoping for my masculinity back as I notice the second of three quartz gems fade to an inky black.
I feel a wave of warm energy pulse within my body, like I had just stepped into a hot spring. I grip the edges of the washing basin as I feel my scalp tingle. *My hair, it's getting shorter*! It slowly untangles it's curls and travels back up, past my tits, raising past my shoulders... and it stops as a cute bob below my ears. *Oh no*.
I feel my face flush with heat once more, as the sharp edges of a seasoned Guildswoman are rounded, and my beauty as a refined lady is rewound into that of a lovely young woman. I lurch forward towards the basin as a bolt of energy bounces inside of me, and while the changes definitely aren't as drastic as the first time, I notice that I'm more petite, and my tits are a bit smaller, but perkier.
The internal hum of magic dies down as my once again ill-fitting clothes glow white. My sleeves ruffle out into a nice white lace, while my tits are hugged by the fabric. A black over-corset snaps above my waist, forcing my breath out of my chest and pushing my already perky breasts up. The bottom of my green dress shrinks dramatically, turning black in the process. I feel the chill of the cool night run over my smooth legs as the skirt stops just shy above mid thigh.
I inspect myself in the mirror. Gods and Hells, I must look at only 20 years. Dressed in servant wear much like the girl who took my glass, I was done up like a piece of meat. My top cupped my tits in a way to keep any lord with a wandering eye entertained, and my skirt short enough to tease even the most devot of clerics.
I sighed, looking at my ring. *Guess this thing only has one trick, huh.* I think, as I turn to the side, admiring my profile. *I wonder why I didn't notice these ridiculous outfits before*. I bring my hands to my tits, and give a gentle squeeze. *Oh, wow. That's an odd feeling.* A small shiver runs down my spine in response. I tentatively rub one of my nipples through the top, and I can feel it harden as it pokes through the cotton. I bite my lip as my curiosity gets the better of me, and I slowly unbutton the top, and pull my breasts out, giving them another playful squeeze.
I look back into the mirror. Hands still slowly massaging myself. I feel my heart race and the return of the butterflies in my stomach. A mental image of me bent over, rough hands on my waist, hands pulling on my hair, cock filling me up.....
*Stop it, you slut. Gods and demons get a grip on yourself!* I shake myself awake. *You're a man. and more so, a man on a job. Get it done.* I pull my top back up, trying to ignore the fact that my nipples were poking through, and leave the washroom.
I navigate back to the party at large. It was still winding down, with the drunks moving to boasting and storytelling with each other. I picked up a few empty glasses and easily walked through the crowd, acting my servant role with little effort needed.
"Here you go, lass" a cup was shoved in my view while I was cleaning a corner table, and I nimbly added it to my stack. I made eye contact with the lord. Man he was tall, or maybe, I was extremely short. He was young, but had a shit eating grin if I've ever seen one. I saw his eyes flick down my body, checking me out.
"umm- Thank you m'lord" I said in an airy voice, to not earn his ire. These folks always expect you to either kiss the ground they walk on, or be invisible, and their expectations change on a moment's notice. I feel my body curtsy politely as my ring feels warm again on my finger, giving him a full view of cleavage of course. I turn away to continue cleaning, but I feel his eyes continue to eat me alive. I practically jog away with empty glasses, thankful to now longer have heels, and enter the kitchen.
The guard near the door barely gives me a look, as the thrill of the deception does fill me with satisfaction. In the kitchen, I dump off my empty goblets in the pile, grab a filled decanter of wine, and leave by a different door, this time heading north to Roland's wing.
I pass another pair of guards no issue, and finally reach his large oak doors. Okay. Game time. I crack the heavy door open and enter silently.
Roland's wing was expansive, as I discovered, with an entrance hall and three rooms branching off. I see a small study as the first room, and quietly get to work. Looking for a safe or hidden storage of some kind. For once, I am happy for my petite body, as I am as quiet as a feather moving through the clutter of the room. I keep my ears trained for any movement from the room further down the hall, which I guess is a bedroom. I hear the ruffling of heavy sheets, and a sultry moan. *Good, that will keep them occupied.*
*ah ha!*, I find a small sturdy metal contraption with a keyhole, fastened to the wall on a shelf behind a few books. This has to be it, or at least something just as valuable. I go to my pocket to take out my Lucky Lock Pick... and I'm not wearing pockets. I check other aspects of my wear, no it's not tucked in my shoes, nor hidden in my corset or beneath my breasts. *Damn, Damn, Damn, Damn it*.
**Wathunk** I tense up, hearing a door close from down the wing. Some rustling of clothes and garments. Heels click clacking down the hallway towards my direction.
*Okay, act natural.* I hide the lock and take the decanter, calmly pouring it into an empty goblet next to the study chair. **Click, Clack, Click** The heels and their wielder step past the door frame. The beautiful, if flush, Lady Oxhen. I saw her making talk with Roland earlier from afar. Juicy information. I give a respectful curtsy and she pays me no heed as she saunters out of the wing.
I hear a water basin start filling. Roland is in here still, cleaning himself up. I don't have a lot of time. I yank the Ring of Belonging off, and muffle myself as I transform back. *Gods it's good to be back.* But no time to celebrate, I pull out the Lucky Lock Pick, a sheen golden pick that has served me well, and start working the lock. *Easy, easy, easy...* the tumblers are getting slotted. On the last one, I tap it with my pick, but my Lucky Pick starts to glow warm. Magic runes appear on the safe, and I quickly interpret them. *Fuck. It needs an imprint of the owner: blood, sweat, anything, to open. Fuck.*
I pull the pick out. I've come too far to back off now, with the final loot just a lick away. How to get Roland to open this. I packed light so I could fill up my minor bag of holding with as many treasures as possible, so I only had... my lock pick, boots of falling, and the ring.
*Fuck it.* I shove the ring back on. How would the Ring of Belonging help me *belong* in a playboy lord's bed chambers? I certainly have a few guesses.
Almost like clockwork, the energy bounces around inside me, as the last white gemstone of the ring fades away. I feel my hair grow just past my shoulders, and I see it turning a dirty blonde. My cheeks feel once again flush as my face reforms. My tunic again hangs loosely on a smaller body, as I feel tits throb and grow out of my chest. "mmMMMohmygods" I whimper out, in a dainty voice, as pain and pleasure finish swirling within me.
The magic shifts to my clothes. My overly large trousers fall to the ground, then dissipate in a white glow, as my briefs shrink. Already outlining my lack of a prick, they tighten and shorten, turning white, until I am just wearing a white thong. I see my new lips pressed against the fabric, needy. My tunic also changes. Becoming see-through as my sleeves all but disappear into thin straps. A floral pattern appears on a corset bodysuit, as it begins to cup my clearly visible tits.
The changes finally end, and I waste no time, not wanting to be in this body, this outfit, for long. I beelined for the bedroom at the end of the hall, walking quietly on my bare feet. I hear movement from the other room, running water. He must be washing up in his private washroom. A flicker of excitement pusles through me as I inspect the disheveled bed. The smell of sex fills my nostrils as I closely inspect the sheets for any lock of hair to open the lock with. I bite my lip as my hands slowly caress the smooth covers. The ring starts burning on my finger, but it's a good burn.
"You know, I was just feeling a bit unsatisfied, which is strange, because it's been a good night." I internally jumped out of my own skin, as a smooth male voice surprised me from behind. I turn to look and see a fully nude Lord Roland. Leaning against the door frame, his toned body, fit from melee training no doubt, casted piercing shadows in the warm candle light. His face held an inviting smile, seeming ready to laugh, as his eyes looked directly into mine.
My eyes continued down his body, stopping at his erection. His large dick ready, ready for me.
Words left my lips as my brain went on overdrive. I'm trespassing in a Lord's chambers. I can't arouse any more suspicion. My heart was pounding. "Well, I couldn't leave without paying you a visit..." I straighten up from inspecting the bed, feeling my tits bounce as I do so. I see his eyes flicker down as my body corrupts him. I slowly strut over, until the only thing between us is his throbbing member. I place my hand on his chest, and with his muscles, it feels like touching warm steel. "Like what you see? Lord Roland?" I ask in an overly innocent tone. I liked what I was seeing.
"Of course... Though I must confess, I don't remember you from the feast. You must accept my humblest apologies Lady..."
"Mira, Lady Mira" I curtsy before him. As I rise up, his hands come to my shoulders. I look up into his warm face. "And no need to apologize, you were busy with others, I assume."
"Well, Lady Mira, let it be known that if I had known a fine woman like yourself was in these halls tonight, I would have made it my sole duty to find you." I flush red as heat rises to my cheeks. He is such a romantic! His right hand moves from my shoulder and travels down my back. It finally rests on the small of my back, his fingers exerting quiet strength on my flesh. "Let me make amends, though, for my indiscretion." I bite my lip as I feel my nipples harden in anticipation, poking through the weak cloth. His other hand moves to my chin, his fingers raising my visage to look directly into his hazelnut eyes. *They say that those are the eyes of lover,* I wonder, as I close my eyes and bring our lips together.
He pulls my body into his, and I feel his strong member press against my body, throbbing with warm energy. His lips never leave mine, as we kiss, bite, and exchange tongues. I feel my ass hit the bed as Roland guides me with his body and my mind is all too eager to comply. As I lay on his bed, his hand grabs the roots of my hair, not hurting but enticingly pulling, as he alternates between kissing, sucking and biting on my neck.
"Oh yes. Yesmmmm" I let out. Hearing his needful grunts in response. The sensation sends pleasurable shivers up and down my body. I wrap my legs around him, straddling him from below on the bed. His hard cock applying pressure to my wet pussy. As he continues to kiss my neck, I grind against him, feeling the dampness of my thong get worse as my need get desperate.
Roland breaks away from my neck, a happy smile on his face and deep hunger in his eyes, as he pulls my thong to the side.
*Yes* "Yes" I breathe. I can't wait. My right fingers start massaging my nipple through my top in anticipation. *come on*. "Oh my gods. yesmmm" I feel his cock enter me. Slowly at first. In and out, letting my needs lubricate his shaft. Fuck this felt good. Before long his entire cock is inside me, thrusting gently, as one of his hands squeezes my tit and the other posts next to my head. I bite my lip as I see Roland lost in pleasure, lost in me, as I press myself against him in time with his motions. *deeper, deeper, deeper, fuck fuckkk*. I feel my tits bounce with the motion as he speeds up.
"Fuck yes. Please" I hear myself beg. Gods. It felt like a lightning storm was inside my body. My hands rush to his sides, nails digging in. My back arches. My vision goes blurry as my eyes flutter.
"MMmM ohmygods yes yes!" *Yes, right there!* Pleasure overflows within my needy body as my muscles rhythmically contract squeezing Roland in tight. Rolling senses of happiness, content, and desire make everything feel just right, as Roland continues to thrust, elongating my orgasm.
He slows down after a moment or two, planting his lips on mine and shoving his tongue down my throat. *Hells thats hot* I think, as I can barely offer any resistance, nor do I want to. I'm just a needy little girl in his hands.
He slowly pulls out of me, still rock hard, and glistening of my cum. He crawls up the bed, stradling my petite waist. His cock bouncing in front of me. I smile and lick my lips in anticipation as he brings it closer and closer, and I accept it into my mouth.
My gaze never leaves Roland's accepting eyes as he thrusts into my mouth. The strange taste of my juices and his precum mixes with my saliva, not pleasant but makes me feel wanted. My hands wrap around his body, a sheen of sweat causing him to shimmer in the candle light. I feel his lean strength as his hand grabs my hair, guiding his cock in and out.
Roland continues to face fuck me. Speeding up. My mouth is filled with saliva and sex, providing the necessary lubrication for his cock to gracefully glide in and out. I felt like his little plaything, his little cockslut. Exactly where I should be.
"I'm going. Fuck, fuck yes" Roland whispers. I see him bite his lip as he slows down his thrust. I nod, eager for him, and I deep throat his throbbing cock. It twitches, once, twice, as warmth fills my mouth. The only thing I can do is lay there and accept him as his thick cock fills my mouth. His dick slides out as he pulls away, leaving some cum to dribble out the corner of my mouth. My whole body is wired, hot and relaxed, content and thrilled. I swallow, but his taste remains. Gods, that was hot.
Roland gets off the bed, a relaxed, dreamlike look on his face. He leans in to me, kissing my forehead while holding my cheek.
"Lady Mira, you certainly were the highlight of the evening... I would love to see you tomorrow, at the courtyard, if you are staying for the next few days." His sweet voice broke the silence.
Butterflies in my chest, "Yes! Of course! But tonight, I must return to the Villa we are staying at. But I would love to see you again." Maybe during the day he is just as interesting as during the night.
"Of course, you are a Lady after all, and the hour is late. We *must* continue our discussions some other time." He flashed a palace wide grin. "But once again, excuse my bad manners. It seems that during my rapture, I worked up a sweat. I'm going to wash, feel free to leave at your leisure, Mira. It's been my honor." His last words hang in the air as he looks at me one last time, fully appreciating what I have to give, before he turns and heads to his separate washroom. His muscled ass captured my view during his retreat.
*Gods what a night*. I take a breath, collecting myself. I rise out of the bed, inspecting myself in his polished mirror. Hair wild, lips stained, cheeks flushed, but still in my lovely corset suit, holding together my body in all the right places. I gingerly walk to the door, and look for my night's dress and shoes by the entrance and nook.
They're not there. Panic hits me as my heart skips a beat. *Wait... I... didn't wear a dress... I didn't uhh, wear this until a few moments ago... oh no. Wait... I'm not a Lady, I'm a thief! Wait! I'm not a **LADY** I'm a GUY! I'm not some royal slut.* I look down at my sex addled body, feeling a mix of pride and disgust of my beauty. *Fucking Roland just fucked me. The bastard!* I turn, filling with rage at being fucked by a guy. *I'm going back there and teach him a lesson*. A visual of me getting pushed against a wall, getting fucked raw, screaming with ecstasy forms in my mind. *Yeah that will show him, I'll get him to fuck me hard-God damn it*. This ring was fucking with me, turning me in a little lord's plaything, **The RING!** I stop in the hallway, and go to yank it off, but remember why its on anyways, **THE SAFE!**.
I rush back to the lock, its runes still faintly glowing. *Uhhh, it needed... Roland!* I sent my toungue scouring in my mouth, still tasting the fuck, and spat on the key hole. The ruins flash and then dissipate, and the small metal door silently swings open. *Fuck yes*. I peer inside the small vault and I'm greeted with small mithril bracers, a copper earring, and, yes, there it is. A large diamond, filled with a faint blue light. I only take the diamond, feeling its shape and weight in my hand. *Okay let's get the hell out of here.*
I rip off the ring, singing prayers to any deity worth their salt, and silently celebrate as I'm once again returned to my body, and my clothes! I put the gem & ring in my bag, and silently creep out the room.
I walk to the end of the hallway, ears sharp for any guards, and find where the second story opens up and exposes itself to the summer night. Without a word I leap over, activating my boots for a silent and safe landing, and start a pace for the village a full day's walk from here. In the dark of the forest and night, it looks like I'm home free at last! My benefactor will be pleased... although maybe I should leave out some details. In the moonlight, I examine the Ring of Belonging. *Maybe more trouble than it's worth... but it does get the job done. As a thief you can't argue with results...* I pocket it, thinking of other places I could hit once it crystals recharge.
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