A fortnight ago he had been in a tavern known as the Knotty Wench in Vilpamolan. Kyrel had dealings with an infamous pirate captain who was known only as The Kraken. Pirates were not known for their stealth, and every so often The Kraken would get wind of some treasure that required Kyrel's skills to steal. Once or twice a year they would meet at the alehouse and The Kraken would give Kyrel all the details. Kyrel would steal whatever it was, and the Kraken would pay him. How The Kraken sold it and how much money he would make on it, Kyrel didn't care, so long as his pay was worth it and he got paid half in advance and half upon completion.


Tonight, Kyrel found himself in a bedroom in the lush rose garden. It had required great stealth to get into the hidden gem in the gardens. It was a feat that took several hours of dedication and patients, but it was a skill that was needed to ensure that he did not get caught before reaching his destination. After ensuring there was no one in the bedroom, Kyrel stepped out of the shadows, his six foot and two inch, toned frame was dressed in dyed black leather from neck down to blend in easily with the shadows.


The man looked at the treasure – a golden cornucopia floating amongst a swarm of fireflies. The corner of his mouth turned upwards. It was almost too easy. Feeling confident and cocky, he turned his attention to his surroundings. There weren't many people who could say they had been in the personal bedrooms of a deity. In fact, he probably would have remained one of those people if The Kraken hadn't suggested the theft of the golden cornucopia. At first Kyrel thought the pirate was mad, and was going to refuse the job. However, The Kraken challenged his pride and ego, suggesting that he was not skilled enough to pull off such a feat. That, and the money was far too good to pass up.


“Well, while I'm here I might as well take a look around and see what secrets a Goddess hides under her bed,” Kyrel thought to himself with a wry smile.


He turned to a table that was cluttered with various vials, plants both living and dried. A brow rose up as he examined the items on the table, every so often plucking something up to examine it a little closer, and once even slipping a small vial into his pocket with such agility and ease it looked as if nothing happened. After growing bored with that, he turned his attentions to a nearby book shelf. Books weren't exactly his thing, except for when someone hired him to steal a particular tome.


Sea blue eyes lit up when they fell upon a set of wardrobes, and he boldly strode over to them and began to rummage through their contents. Jewelry was naturally the first thing that caught his attention. He slipped a number of necklaces, bracelets, earrings, and rings into a black pouch and tied it to his belt. Then Kyrel's smirk grew even wider as he pulled out a lacy negligee. He could only imagine what form of beauty wore such a thing.

She was currently in another part of her temple. The steam rose out of the fine bath as she swirled a glass of wine. The aroma was fantastic. Her realm detected something or someone but was unsure what was going on. “Interesting. Very interesting.” She said as the glass came up to her lips and she drank in her sweet wine.

It was once the person got into her temple that she froze a bit. How had no one caught him? A thief was naturally the first thing that crossed her mind. Then he made his way towards her bedroom and she leaned against the tub feeling his presence. A smirk game to her lips as she thought of a game she could play with him. Tapping the glass before setting it down Angela stood up and appeared behind the man. “I could try it on for you.. Though it is improper for someone to be undressed without the other joining her.”

At the snap of her finger his clothing began to rot and fall to the floor. As soon as the snap as had she was curled up around him with a dagger at his throat. The goddess stared over his body and a smirk came to her lips. Her long red curls were soaked up to her shoulders and her body was glimmering with beads of water running down her curved body. Those ivy eyes looked hungry. “You should not steal from a goddess. If you were not so cute I would kill you right now.”

Another snap had the door slam shut. “I am the Goddess Who Gifts Fertility and Holds the Cornucopia, Angela. Did you think you could get past the eyes in the earth. You may have fooled the realm which you set your feet on but once you step foot into this temple you were too close to me to hide forever.” She pressed her lips to the back of his neck breathing him in. “You were a fool to try to steal from me at all. Any of the others would have killed you when you entered.”

A feminine voice sultrily purred out at him, suggesting she could try on the garment he held up. Clearly it was the owner of the negligee, but before he could even turn to set his eyes upon the owner of both the clothing and the voice, Kyrel's skin alerted him to a strange sensation. He looked down to see his leathers rot away. The jewels and vials he had swiped from the Goddess's chambers clattered to the floor, leaving no doubt to the fact that he had every intention of thieving from the Goddess.


Well, shit.


Kyrel stood completely still when he felt the sharp blade of the dagger against his throat. Of course, it was so very difficult to pay the dagger any mind when he could feel the soft, supple curves of a woman's body pressed up against his back. Boldly the man lifted one hand up and pressed his fingers against the tip of the blade to gently push it away from his throat. She was a Goddess, she could find so many ways to kill him without the dagger. But she didn't seem eager to kill him, and that was something Kyrel would need to encourage if he had any hope of retaining his life.


“I do not discriminate,” he remarked when the dagger was no longer pressed against his jugular. He turned in the woman's embrace, boldly turning his back to the dagger she held. His stormy blue eyes turned down to look upon the woman he attempted to thieve from. Instantly he was aroused. The negligee dropped from his hands to fall next to the goods he had swiped.


“There's no need to try that on, it would only hide your true beauty,” he complimented on a husky voice, his eyes hungrily admiring that beauty now. The Goddess's allure was undeniable. Kyrel wanted nothing more than to feel her soft skin beneath his hands, to taste her sweet nectar, and plow her fertile soil. He was already teetering on the edge, his death a very real option. If he were to die, he might as well go out with a bang.


The man reached up and clasped Angela's throat, his thumb pressed against the underside of her jaw to tilt her head upwards so that he could look into those smoldering ivy eyes. The man throbbed with desire. “I am, indeed a fool,” he huskily replied, slowly drawing his face down towards hers. “A fool for believing the greatest treasure in this temple was that cornucopia.” His other hand moved to her waist, and rubbed up her ribs before cupping her ample breast and rubbing a thumb over her pert nipple. His lips drew closer yet to hers. He ached already to have her. Never before had a woman made him yearn so severely or so quickly… and he had certainly had his share of women.


“Tell me then, Angela,” his breath was hot against her lips. “Do you plan on punishing me, or would you rather I willingly get down on my knees to grovel and beg for your mercy?” Truthfully, Kyrel liked the sound of both options. Of course, his idea of punishment was hardly punishment at all.

Everything fell to the ground. Her ears heard each and everything that he had taken hit. The vial was strong enough it just clinked against the ground. She did not care about those meaningless items after all she could just make more. “Oh? I guess that makes you really foolish.” She had let him push the blade away after all this was just a game between them now. She could kill him whenever she wanted.

Her angry ivy eyes turned into mischievous ones as she watched the negligee fall to the ground. “You attempt to steal from me then you attempt to win my heart over? You are an odd individual indeed.” A smirk came across her lips as she stared up at him.  She was basically daring him as he clasped her throat. She was letting him play with her as she led him down the rabbit hole.

“As my teacher once said to me. Don't tell, show.” She said it softly yet there was that purr. She yanked him towards her, pulling their bodies closely. “I'll punish you for your rest of your life. If you think this is punishment. I'll make you take it for all the days you live.” She let him feel her breath on his lips before kissing him hungrily.

Her hands grasped him and finely together she jumped up and let him support her. Her legs around his waist. She sat on the low dresser kept him close as she gripped at his hair.

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They had somehow ended up in her bed. It had not been a blur for the goddess but more controlled. She propped herself up and played with her hair. “Tell me your name thief.” She leaned down and nipped on his ear. “Why did you want my cornucopia which I covet.” She kissed just under his ear. “Why shouldn't I kill you now.” She nipped at the nape of his neck. “Plenty of you come through but they don't dare to steal from me.” She swung herself over him and sat on his stomach. “Tell me everything and I will judge you. I will decide what to do with you."

Kyrel had been with plenty of women in the past, but never had he worked so hard. And why shouldn't he have; Angela was a Goddess, she deserved the very best from him. Never had he been so satisfied either. A sheen of sweat covered his toned form as he lay beside Angela in her bed. His chest rose and fell with breath that matched his rapid heartbeat. His sea blue eyes were transfixed on Angela as she played with her gorgeous red hair - hair that he had run his fingers through, and hair that he had gripped tightly a couple times.
“I am far more than just a thief,” Kyrel answered, avoiding the question simply because he could. He slipped an arm around Angela and gently traced his fingers along her back in random designs and patterns. “Just as you are far more than a Goddess,” he continued, letting his lids fall heavy when she nipped and kissed at his lobe.
And then, suddenly she was atop him, making her claim of dominance. Kyrel looked up at her, and placed one hand on either one of her knees at his side. Slowly his hands massaged up each of her legs. “My name is Kyrel,” he finally answered, his voice growing a little softer and more husky once again as his felt her soft thighs beneath his hands. “I personally have no need or want of a cornucopia. It wouldn't fit in with my personal décor. But money is something I could always do with. I was hired to steal it.”
When his hands reached her hips he groped them tightly, and pushed her downwards from his stomach to his hips. “I believe I just gave you a very good reason not to kill me,” Kyrel said. “But if you don't recall, I'm more than willing to give you an encore.” And he was, already, ready to give her another show. He snaked an arm around her waist and quickly flipped them over, so that she was laying on the bed and he was laying atop her.
“But, I can give you other reasons…” he said, placing kisses down along her neck. “I'm more than just a thief, and I'm more than a good fuck. I spy and acquire information people might not want leaked out.” He nipped at Angela's collar bone, a little roughly. “I have also taken a few jobs that required the deaths of certain people.”
Kyrel's kisses traveled further down yet, to Angela's breasts. “I have never had any loyalties,” he said, his breath hot against her flesh. He'd always been a stray dog, taking scraps from whoever, and looking out for only himself. “But…” he moved back up so that his face was over Angela's “I would be loyal to you, my Goddess.”

“Am I?” A chuckle left her lips. “It's been a long time since someone has reminded me of such a thing.” She teased his body more. She felt his fingertips on her back drawing. It had been a long time since someone was even remotely comfortable around her. Once she was straddling him her ivy eyes watched him continuously. He was an odd one but interesting. “And just who in their damn minds would steal my cornucopia Kyrel.” It was an important question for she tried to crush all enemies before they multiplied, it was simpler that way.

A chuckle left her lips as he pushed her.  “Oh and it is a very fine reason. It was the most fun I've had in a while. The fact you can keep up with me and what I desire is entertaining.” His offer pleased her but before she could answer yes or no he had her under him. She gave him an entertained smirk. Arms snaked around him now gripping his dark hair as he kissed her neck. “You come at a good time where I need the information. You see we Gods have avatars we can send out but often two pairs of eyes and ears are not enough. I could use you. I could have you. I could give you everything you've ever wanted and more.” That was the power of the gods after all.

She pulled his face to hers and kissed him roughly. “I can tell you are not lying when you pledge yourself to me. I want just one thing in return for you being here. For being in my bed. For being my lover. I want you to kill the man who made you come here. I want you to make sure others know that the Mother doesn't forgive. If you do this I will fuck you multiple times a day, every day. I will invite you to my baths. I will bathe you myself. You will be not only my whore but also my rogue.” She had her hands running down his body.

“Say you accept.”

Angela was a Goddess, yes, but she was also a woman. A finely beautiful one at that. As if the heavens themselves had carved her out. "Of course you are. I can not lie about that about", Kyrel replied with a chuckle of his own. It would be a shame that they would have to eventually leave her chambers; an idea that he regrettably knew was true. She had her duties and he would have to do his part in whatever she asked of him. The first seemed to have arrived in wanting to know how was the one that hired him to steal from her. "Ah, an old acquaintance of mine had", he said as his eyes admired the sight of her body over his. The more he looked on, the more excited he became to finish where they left off.  "We get together sometimes and he hires me to get to things he can not and pays very well. This time we had a bit of a wage of whether or not I was capable of stealing from a Goddess like you. I suppose I lost though." He couldn't help but to laugh at the thought of losing after what they had been doing ever since he was caught. Just an ambitious pirate captain is all." He had been worth more to him alive than dead, especially if things here hadn't worked out. After all, a man had to eat, right?

Kyrel was a survivor who did whatever it took to keep his life intact and from the sounds of it, he had once again escaped death. It was becoming something of a trait for him, however he did so much enjoy fucking her while proving why he wasn't deserving of her punishment. He felt her warmth so inviting that it stirred the hunger in him for her even further. Every each of her skin felt urged him on more and more over the edge. As he laid over her, he trailed down her neck and to her collarbone with kisses as he listened well to her words. "The offer sounds damn good to me", he spoke in between kisses. To have anything he wanted, including bedding her over and over for as long as she wanted him to warm her bed at nights, it was too surreal. To taste her delicious skin, to ravage her until they both were sated, it was although he was in fate's favor. Kyrel wouldn't have to worry about anything else again, so as long as he was in her good gracious.

The offer did come with a drawback, one that he wasn't too pleased with hearing at first. It showed in how he paused in his caresses, but soon he got over. "Very well. I will uphold my end of the bargain and you will as well. I hope you do not mind, but I would like a contract of sorts." His eyes latched onto her, "I hope you do not misunderstand my reasoning. I'm sure you are trustworthy, dear Angela, but in my profession, its better for both parties to make sure that the terms are documented to their liking." He had been burned a quite a few deals, and this was one of a divine's, so he was going to make sure all bases were covered in this delicate matter. Smirking at her, he went and kissed her bottom lip and nipped at it. "I'll be yours, all your, my Goddess" The thought of her bathing and bedding him was too good to pass up for him. Oh he wouldn't lie to her, and unfortunately for The Kraken, he would soon depart from the world. But it wouldn't be in vain, for he would honor his memory. At least in his mind as he would return to this very bed afterwards.

"The Kraken will die in your name, I promise", he whispered to her ear before kissing her passionately. His body adjusted to continue on with their pleasure time…