Chapter 1 - ...Someone might test that.

The Elf-blooded Amazon's sky blue hair was long and woven up through the back of a purple helm with red ridged accents. The purple and red theme continued through the rest of her plated, and certainly enchanted, armor. her left gauntlet had a 'dragon's claw', an attachment that when inactive would simple cut through flesh and bone, but active would create a whip of light that could cleave granite.

It was the armor of an Queensguard noblewoman, someone born into the right family but earned the blue in her blood with service, distinction, and quite likely a great many heads, personnally removed from their offending bodies.  More terrifying than all of this, though, were her eyes, like two emeralds enchanted with the fires of retribution. The bore into Jaxus

And she'd called him her Chosen. More than a casual mating, Chosen were the individuals who were an Amazon trusted, steadfast, and repeated consort companion.

The enchantment on his wrist told him all he needed to know. The life he'd been living as a thief, the turns of good fortune, and the luck he'd had, all were borrowed on heavy interest. This woman was here to collect.

"You've grown less proud," Jaxus smiled, "Since you walked the High March like you owned it." He had to show spine, but also respect. Nobility, Amazon, Woman Scorned; She was all three wrapped up in one and mad at him.

"I am the Countess ," the woman, the Countess, corrected him, "Those streets have been in my charge since I took the title of Sh'lu Ve Laris," Noble of law, "for the district that very day." The venom that dripped from her voice; Jaxus would have leaped from the window, if he had been wearing half the armor she was. 

"It has gone from an amateur's proving ground to a," He saw the knob on the door turn, slightly, "Career limiting work space," Her followers were outside the door. The trap was sprung and he was firmly trapped. Still, no blood yet.

"You did just fine, it's been years and somehow nobody had bothered to notice you," She walked into the center of the room, her back to the door, "Except," She smiled wickedly, cattily, "You were caught over a minor affair, some simple food theft, you paid your dues and walked away a free man, well, limped away." 

Jaxus frowned and felt his ass clench at the memory, Oruk guards can have some very 'physical' ways to pay off debts, especially those with a fondness for 'pink-men'.

"They kept a slide of you." She held up an imprinted plate with his face, half a decade ago, in front of metered wall. "Well, several slides, actually." She pulled one slide away and Jaxus realized she held a stack. "It was quite the find, really. Here I was busting an officer for taking bribes and hording blackmail leverage, without informing her superiors," She added with a smirk, "And then I come across this." She closed the distance and held up an image, taking from face level, pointed down.

It was the same Jaxus from half a decade ago. His face slick with cum, his hair bright and matted; thick green fingers held him in place as a throbbed Oruk cock held in his throat, balls deep. Jaxus couldn't see but he knew there was another cock about to slam into his ass. The moment of gagging, frozen forever in a slide.

"I'm surprised they used color for me." Jaxus glib response was spoiled by the ice in his voice. "You must pay them well, ah." He snapped his fingers, "If you did, or had, they wouldn't have gone behind your back with their racketeering." He expected to come across as a slap, instead she just shrugged.

"I was young, naive, and ignorant of how this city works." She ran her right hand, less armored and with a metal that felt like silk on his painted skin. "Your theft of should never be stolen from a girl," The chill in her words spread through Jaxus's chest, no, that was a spell, she was freezing the paint and the hairs on his skin. Jaxus realized that the subtext was not an exaggeration, "I've been forced to endure much, since then." She swung her hips forward and her armored waist knocked against the thin fabric covering Jaxus's manhood.

He coughed and winced, but didn't fall against the desk. His eyes flicked down and he realized the armor around her crotch was bulkier, like it was built over something obtrusive. 

"They put you in a chastity belt?" Jaxus's eyes widened in shock, "Because of me." He held up the gems on his wrist. Part and parcel in the pursuit of perfect purloining was punishment and persecution. Jaxus witnesses many teammates, comrades, friends, rivals, enemies, employers, bystanders, targets, and interlopers face a whole gambit of punishments fit not just for the crime but for their race and culture. The Wharf was a melding pot for Law, Justice, and Punishment as much as it was for Crime, Mayhem, and Satisfaction.

For an Amazon, to have her womanhood sealed off stripped her of standing in a culture that valued free sexuality and bodily expression. 

The light shown from the gems but the color faded and blurred together into a dull grey. The Countess's band matched it and she reeled. "So strongly." She growled. "You're always feeling so strongly. Every casing of a target, every trailing of a prize, when you claim your spoils, and even if you have to flee. YOU FEEL IT!" She roared at him and Jaxus understood. The ice that wrapped his body was nothing compared to the knot in his guts. He'd made his life never crossing anyone who didn't cross him first, never personally at least. That life had been permitted because he'd stolen something he really, really, should have asked for, instead.

"And you felt it too." He vocalized it, and she nodded, "But how? I don't... " He looked at the gems on his wrist and motes of yellow broke through the grey. "I've always gotten an itch whenever something was about to go wrong. That night I was caught I'd spilled oil on myself and I'd taken it off to clean it." He laughed, despite the physical pain attached to the memories.

The Countess closed the distance and with a flick of her wrist, the ice over his body shattered, harmlessly cleaning him of his pitch and the dye in his hair, save for some that clung to the roots. 

"The years have not without some satisfaction," She admitted, "Your pleasures, your bliss, has been a balm to my own aches and urges." She pulled a heavy collar from her belt. "And the bands allow us to share some of our subconscious; not dreams, not yet," She smiled warmly, and it set Jaxus's heart alight. "So I've had hunches and impulses when certain individuals have walked into my office. Something," she held up her wrist with her gem band, "has been giving me what my guards call a 'bullshit metric'." There were some chuckles from beyond the door then a sudden hush.

"More than once, I've backed off from a job before a plain cloak Guard squad decided to show their badges." Jaxus admitted and his shoulders slumped. "I am so sorry, I didn't know taking this would hurt you so much." He felt it tighten. "I wanted to teach you a lesson," He admitted, "But that," he nodded at the hidden chastity belt, "That's not something you deserved," he shook his head, "Not then, at least." He added with a smirk, to his surprise she returned it in kind.

"I may have, but those are stories for other times," She cast a skeptical look at the accommodations around them, "And rooms of my own, rather than those lent."

"If I'm yours," Jaxus began and the Countess's eyes bored into him, "As I am yours, all of what's mine is also yours, isn't it?" Jaxus watched her chew the idea over thoughtfully, and noticed her smirk fade in discomfort as she rolled the wrist with the gem bands on it. 

"What's yours that can be shared, is shared. What cannot be, is not. Your name is yours; mine is mine, as with titles, occupations, oaths, and crimes. Any thing you owned, is ours." she pawed his chest and that icy smile came back. "But," she began and Jaxus felt his mouth water when she ran a tongue over her flush, painted, lips. She was detracting him. 

"I still stole from the Sh'lu Ve Laris," Jaxus spoke the foreign words in an accent that would be acceptable, and surprised the Countess. "I still have to pay for my crimes."

"And I still have to do my duty as Sh'lu Ve Laris and punish you." She whirled her fingers and something slide into her hand. "However, our bond has contributed to the city's welfare over the years between our meetings, and your own criminal acts have aimed mostly at those already too much in debt to the Guard's 'lenience' to call on their assistance." She worried her lip and Jaxus wondered again at how lovely the body under that form fitting plate must be. "Furthermore, My position both as the Sh'lu Ve Laris, and the 'victim' of your original theft grants me total say in just how, how much, and how often you're punished for those crimes."

"That sounds," Jaxus couldn't hold back the smile, "Misleadingly terrifying," He admitted. The Countess smiled as she ran her fingers down his smooth chest, whatever she was holding had the electric sting of enchanted metal. "I acquiesce to the Law of the Sh'lu Ve Laris; to her justice, punishment, and mercy in whatever quantities she grants or withholds." He spoke the phrase of surrender, and in this part of town, the only sure way for a Thief to stay clear of the gallows.

Her movement was sudden and so was the pain. The metal clamped over his ear and bit into it. It drew blood and drank it into the metal.

"Jaxus Trailborn," Her words were steady, but he could feel the pain, not in his ear but from his wrist; 

"As Sh'lu Ve Laris, I Countess Ursula Elemar'Fas, bind you by Law." Her left hand held up the collar; Jaxus took it in his hands and wrapped it around. The metal and spells clamped hard, but Jaxus felt the soft touch of silk against his skin. "Bound by law, mercifully," Countess Elemar'Fas snapped her fingers and a black chain flew from the side of the collar and into her hands. "Still," She gestured over her shoulder, her Emerald storm eyes never breaking from his Sapphire gaze.

"Appearances," Jaxus nodded, but was still a little surprised when she ripped off his loin leather and exposed his bare flesh. The heavy flop of his manhood against his leg brought a flush to her face, and a gasp from beyond the door. He wasn't the only one with tools, actually. Where were they? He realized his tool bracers were gone.

"Quicker to notice than most," A drawl came from the bed. The air shimmered and like silk being pulled away a woman in tight armor was revealed, holding Jaxus's tool bracers. "Hello, there." The Shade's helmeted gaze was pointed directly at Jaxus's dick.

"There will be time for introductions, later," The Countess pulled at the chain, and Jaxus fell into step. He heard the sound of water falling and caught sight of the Shade resuming her invisibility. 

Outside the room, four armored Amazons stood with spears, wearing a combination of City Guard armor, Amazon silk-steel, and what appeared to be Elven amulets. That he had never turned a corner and faced even one of this High Guard was likely the blessing of the gems.

Still, if they had met him, he'd have been carted off to meet the Countess in some short order.

"Let's go for a walk, Thief." The Countess bid.

"By your Command," The Thief replied.

He could feel the glee from his wrist and as they walked down a flight of stairs into the Bazaar proper, Jaxus could see that the Floor show had come to a close in time with his best estimates. The Violet eyed Ogress had her arms around her worshipers, tongues licked at sweaty flesh, lavished swollen testicles, and a lucky sea elf was pumping more cock than they could fit their hand around, cum dripping out of the bulbous head, down their flaring nose, and into the elf's waiting mouth.

"See something you like, Thief?" The Countess growled, but the feeling from the gems, again hinted at an underlying pleasure.

"I've never seen such an impressive cock, Your Grace." The Thief admitted, he'd swollen more from the sight of the cock than any of the naked bodies draped around it.

"Impressive!?" One of the worshipers called from beneath the Ogress's balls. "Bite your tongue! Impressive doesn't come close to describing this cock!"
"It's magnificent!"
"It's breath taking!"
"It's Glorious!"
"It tastes like Raspberries!"
"..."
"Well it does!"

"A cock that," Jaxus swallowed the wetness in his mouth, "tastes of raspberries," The Thief laughed, "Surely that's," he paled, "A jest?" The Ogress's eyes were on him and she stared down her nose at him.

"Lady Countess," she addressed the Nobility with respect, "I would educate your prize in the diverse pleasures of this bazaar, though I fear my time on the floor draws to a close," She nodded at a board listing the various shows. 

"Worry not, Barna; I happen to have a private room booked for the weekend." She tugged on the chain, "Don't be rude, Thief. Offer you arm." The Ogress moved out of her swarm of worship and stood beside, and towered over him. Jaxus held out his arm, expecting the large, purple woman to take up hers in it and drag him along.

Instead, with a flex, her cock landed heavily in his grip, the head resting in his open palm. The heat from the organ hit him even before the smell. It radiated through him and his face flushed a whorish rouge, then the smell, sweet like summer berries and sex in the sunlight. His own erection rose in salute to the paragon of penises Jaxus had resting on his arm.

"Not bad," Barna sighed and nodded to the Countess who tugged on the chain and lead the short procession along. Jaxus did his best to look forward, but his eyes darted down to the cock, every step his arm would flex and squeeze and the Ogress wasn't hiding her pleasure in the feeling. Her cock flexed hard against his arm with every other step and he could see a thick drop of precum forming at the head. "Let's not make a mess," Barna's voice whispered in his ear. He snapped his head, but she hadn't bent over, instead she simply tapped at her throat and smiled.

Jaxus cupped his fingers and almost immediately, Barna flexed her cock again and a thick dollop of precum fell into Jaxus's hands. It was hot, sticky, and he could feel it press and fill the spaces where his fingers met. Jaxus could see one of the worshipers following in toe, her eyes fixed on Jaxus's hands, waiting for a chance to catch some of that sweet seed. 

Jaxus had no intent on failing and kept his hand cupped to hold the dollop with as little strain on its thick surface tension as possible. Without dropping the bubble of precum, Jaxus followed the Countess into a lavish room, well appointed at the fringes, but with durable and comfortable looking linens covering the massive bed in the center of the room.


Barna slipped her cock off Jaxus's arm, dragging it down and leaving a streak of precum form the bubble in his palm down to the joint of his arm. She laid out on the bed, her cock rising like a pole and standing tall.
"Well handled, Thief." She stroked herself and between the spit shine her followers had given her and the pre, she had a thick spit lube built up. "But finish your snack before you come to bed, you'll need your strength..." She licked her lips and watched Jaxus. So did the Countess, her four visible guards, and certainly that cloaked Shade.

Rather than slam the blob into his mouth, Jaxus held his hand up and ran his tongue up the length of his arm. He nearly fell to his knees as the taste hit his brain. It sizzled and popped like the fancy bubbly booze imported from the River Valleys, but had that sweet syrupy sting promised by the outspoken cock lover.

He quietly licked his lips, swallowed the taste that was in his mouth, and brought the bubble to his mouth. Back straight he drank the bubble with a measure of poise, even as his cock throbbed from the exposure and his throat greedily drank down the warm precum. His toes clenched the lush pile carpet and his nose inhaled the sweet sticky aroma. He drew the last of the bubble into his mouth and swallowed. The thick glob slid down his throat and he felt it start to cool in his gut.

He wanted more. He was going to get more. More than he wanted? Possibly. Unlikely. He was really, really hungry.

His hand was sticky but he felt the pull of his chain and looked up to see Barna holding it, and pulling him onto the bed. He crawled in before he could be yanked onto it, and on all fours crept up to Barna's massive towering, gorgeous, radiant shaft of fuck meat. He ran his lips over the head of her cock and reveled in the heat of it, and the taste of more sweet precum, fresh from the tap.

"That's lovely, Thief," Barna ran her hand through his hair and tilted his head up to look her in the eye. "But I've had plenty of mouth service today, and not nearly enough ass. Certainly not ass I can fuck in private, as I please." Jaxus flashed a look over to the Countess, who was sitting in a chair with a glass of wine and watching with a smile. If that wasn't assent, Jaxus didn't know what was.

In a flash, the Ogress was upon him. She pushed him onto his back. He looked up at her and smiled at the leagues of muscle that loomed over him. "Gonna fuck you so hard," She growled as she lined up her glistening sphincter stretcher. "Relax." She commanded, soothingly, as she shifted her weight and pushed the head of her cock into Jarux.

Jarux howled wordlessly as the ogress pushed deeper into him and his back arced. Barna roped her arms underneath him and brought his face up into her breasts. The weight of the man dragged him down and more of the massive log filled his body. As his ass stretched wide and his cock spasmed against a wall of abs, he felt the warmth on his wrist peak and threw a look over to the Countess. Her face was flush and it was clear she was in the throws of shared pleasure. 

"So hot, so good," Jarux heard his voice, "Please." He saw his vision turn toward Barna's face. "Please, fuck me. FILL me." His mouth spoke but he felt the words coming from the chair beside the bed.

"As you wish, Sweet Thief." Barna ran a hand through Jarux's hair, and started to buck her hips in, and pull back. Jarux's earlier howl was like a muffled bark compared to his moans as his body was filled and emptied of the massive cock. His toes curled and his eyes crossed as pounding after pounding, Barna's heavy dick rammed deep and left gaping passages as it pulled back.

Barna's sweat dripped down her neck and across Jarux's lips, he drank it, kissed at her breasts, bit one her of swollen dripping teats with his teeth. She growled in pleasure at his attentions, and her cock throbbed to twice its former girth.

Jarux didn't know how he didn't die from the sheer force of the ejaculate that filled his ass. Magic had to be at work, keeping him together, yet adding more force to the shared orgasm as he came along with Barna, and suddenly came again from her continued throbs. The veins of her cock pulsing as thick as fingers as she pumped deep into him.

Jarux did know that before he'd come, Ursula had left her seat and wrapped a hand around one of his own; both of them the ones bearing the matched gem bracelets.