CHAPTER 1

“Package for Mrs. Horner?” asked Trevor, holding out a small box wrapped in brown paper and twine. He quickly slid his foot over the threshold of the luxurious private cottage, half covered in rich ivy.

“It’s Harner. And I’m not expecting a package.” The older, statuesque woman looked back at him, eyeing the slender boy wearing a button-up shirt and short shorts. Trevor smiled back, trying not to ogle the woman’s full figure neatly stuffed in the casual sundress that displayed generous amounts of lush cleavage.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but this is your address, isn’t it?” He handed over the package for the woman to inspect, stretching his legs as he leaned forward. Trevor was a bit slim, but had a fetching pair of legs, tapered and feminine with thick, powerful thighs. He kept them shaved just to throw people off balance.

Judging by how the older woman’s eyes roved up and down, it was working. She flashed him a welcoming smile, her gaze lingering on his other ‘package’.

“I guess it is. I don’t suppose you’d like to come in for a cup of lemonade?”

“Oh, much obliged, Mrs. Harner.”

“It’s Grace,” she smiled, then led him into the kitchen, her thick, toned butt swinging back and forth. Trevor followed with a cocksure grin, glancing at Grace’s shapely backside, then at the gold and crystal knick-knacks adorning the shelves, then her backside again.

After some small talk over a cool drink, Trevor pushed the brown package across the kitchen counter.

“Aren’t you going to open your package, Mrs..ahem, Grace?”

“Oh, well, I’m sure I can get to it later,” said Grace, brushing back a gilded lock of curls from her eyes.

Trevor stretched, running a hand down his smooth thigh.

“Why wait? Maybe it’s from a secret admirer.”

The thought made Grace blush a little, her eyes following along with Trevor’s hand.

“Well, alright!” She tore the brown paper with her painted, filed nails and gazed inside with a puzzled expression.

“Hmm…what’s this?” She held up a small clay sculpture in the shape of a stout fish, several holes dotting its back and mouth.

“Oh, an ocarina!” said Trevor, all but grabbing the clay instrument from her hands. “It’s a beautiful instrument when played correctly. Would you like to hear it?”

“Well…why not?” Grace replied.

“Take a seat on that comfy, leather armchair of yours, and I’ll give you a small concert.” 

The older woman blushed, allowing the slender boy to lead her by the hand. Once she was settled, Trevor began to play.

“Oh! What a beautiful sound!” Grace cooed.

“Isn’t it?” Trevor trilled a few more soft notes. “I find it very relaxing. Especially when I’m drifting off to sleep.” He continued to play a slow, steady rhythm.

“Yesss…,” Grace said, sinking back into the soft leather chair. “…relaxing…”

Trevor watched over the ocarina as the woman’s eyes began to droop, glancing at the impressive diamond necklace hanging above her tempting cleavage.

Just a little longer now.

A few minutes later, Grace sighed and let her eyes drift shut as she fell into a deep slumber, a peaceful smile on her plush lips.

Trevor smiled and put his ocarina back in the box. He tiptoed over to the sleeping woman and gently waved his hand in front of her face. Grace only snored softly, lost in a sweet dream of silky music.

“Works every time,” he said to himself. Without a moment’s hesitation, he brought out a burlap sack and began grabbing every little item with a hint of gold or silver and stuffed them into the sack. He made his way through the living room and then the kitchen, plucking up the fine silverware set and gilded china.

Finally, his bag bulging with ill-gotten goods, Trevor went back and gently relieved Grace of the diamond necklace hanging around her neck. He gazed at it proudly before slipping it into his pocket.

Now for his favorite part.

Crouching in front of her, Trevor pulled down the busty lady’s sundress, letting her large nipples pop out as he began to gently tease and pinch. Grace moaned and squirmed sleepily.

“You’re so relaxed and dreamy, Grace,” Trevor whispered into her ear. “You will sleep for the rest of the day, lost in a wonderful, sexy dream. When you wake, you’ll see your valuables missing and remember my handsome face, but when anyone asks you about where your jewels went, the details will get fuzzy and slip out of your head. You’ll think about filing a report with the police, but thinking about it will make you so sleepy and tired, you’ll nod off to sleep again and forget about the whole thing. Drifting back to sleep now, dreaming wonderful, sexy dreams. Just sleep the day away…’

“Mmmm…sexy dreams…sleep the day awaaaaayyyy…” Grace echoed.

Trevor smiled, kissed the mature woman on the forehead, and showed himself out.

The svelte femboy spent the rest of his afternoon stashing away the goods in the vault concealed beneath the floorboards of his downtown apartment. His fingers reached into his pocket, finding Grace’s striking diamond necklace. He put it back in his pocket, just as a flex on how easily he had fleeced it off the clueless woman.

Now onto the next mark. High Hollow Hills. One of the wealthiest spots in town. He had his eye set on the one spacious mansion for weeks now.

Just after dark, he arrived clad in black with an empty sack tucked away. He kept his fish ocarina in a sack on his hip, ready to use at any moment’s notice. A nearby tree was all he needed to shimmy up the wall, his athletic legs propelling him with ease and cushioning his landing on the other side.

Trevor found himself inside a walled garden. Green grass stretched in front of him, crossed by a brick path that weaved its way through a forest of …statues?

Trevor glanced around nervously from one granite statue to the next before cautiously stepping closer. He plucked up the courage to examine one a few feet to his left. It was a short, buxom woman with pixie-cut hair, naked with soft rolls of flesh hugging her round hips and ass. Her face was carved into a frozen cry of ecstasy while her hands clasped her pussy, apparently mid-orgasm.

She was so lifelike. Each detail of her full face, from her open, pouty lips to her blank staring eyes, was perfectly captured on the unforgiving dark stone.

Trevor stalked through the field of statues, glowing silver in the moonlight. There were men, women, elves, goblins, satyrs, all of them completely naked and in the throes of sexual abandon. A hulking minotaur with bulging muscles rested on its knees, a two-foot equine cock raging from its legs. Across stood a nine-foot-tall Amazon, lifting her massive bust with both hands, her fingers tweaking her nipples. She stared wide-eyed at Trevor, her face exuding lust and something just a little off.

A curious note of fear, maybe.

A light from one of the latticed windows of the mansion ahead took Trevor’s attention off the strange collection of statues. Keeping himself low, he glided through the shadows until he crouched just under the first-story window. He pricked up his ears, hearing muffled voices inside. A crash of metal hitting the floor made him jump, followed by a woman’s hoarse voice.

“Oh Fuck! FUUUCK!”

Unable to resist his curiosity any longer, Trevor lifted his head just above the lip of the window, gazing into the plush living room lit by firelight.

Reclining on a silk divan was a green-skinned goblin girl, her body made of thick curves and straight black hair framing her smooth face, her eyes closed and her brow furrowed in concentration. Her arm cushioned her head as the other made its way past two cantaloupe-sized breasts barely held in place by a thin piece of muslin cloth, and found its way to a mess of vines nestled between her legs.

Trevor had to look twice, suddenly realizing the vines going to town on the goblin girl’s crotch weren’t vines, but a nest of green and black snakes. The goblin’s hand easily combed through the ball of serpents as they coiled gently around her fingers. Under the snakes, Trevor could see the outline of a woman’s head and neck, her slender, naked back kneeling between the goblin’s powerful, meaty thighs. Trevor slinked a little bit closer and got a glimpse of the snake-woman’s face, a fair, almost gold complexion with a single scarlet ribbon of silk tied over her eyes.

A gorgon! A gorgon going down on a very, very happy goblin girl. So that explained the army of statues decorating the garden. A single gold plate of fruit lay discarded on the floor.

“Oh! Right there, Dahlia! Oh, right there, baby! Right there, right THERE!” The goblin squealed.

“Not so faaast…” The gorgon, Dahlia, teased, bringing her mouth away from the goblin’s swollen, green labia. She bucked her hips in frustration while the snakes slithered delicately around her slit, teasing her with flicking tongues.

“You don’t get to cum till I’m good and done with you,” said Dahlia, a wide smile appearing under her silk blindfold.

Trevor’s mouth popped open at the incredible sight.

“Holy shit,” He whispered.

Dahlia’s head tilted towards him.

“Did you hear something?” she asked.

“mmmm…yeah, I knocked the plate over. It’s fine…oh…don’t stop!” She begged.

“No, I thought—” The gorgon turned her face straight at the window while her hair continued to entertain her lover’s cunt. Trevor clamped his hands over his mouth, praying silently that Dahlia couldn’t see through her blindfold.

“—mmm, never mind,” she shrugged her golden shoulders. “Now, where were we?” She ran her long, dexterous tongue across the goblin’s pussy,” mmm…you taste so good, Narya! Mmm! Lucky for you, I can’t get enough of this hot pussy, or I’d have turned you to stone ages ago…mmmph…”

Narya giggled. “So, I’m just your little, goblin trophy wife? Well…ahh!...I guess there are worse fates…mmm, oh just like that..yes! YES!”

Trevor could easily watch the sapphic spectacle all night, but he had a job to do. Without looking down, he plucked out his ocarina and gently played a few notes, careful not to shock the two horny ladies with the sudden music.

The gorgon responded first, her sensitive ears picking up the enchanted melody. Trevor could see her lithe frame begin to sway back and forth, the snakes on her head slowly dancing to the same tune.

“Dahlia? What’s happening? You’re not…oh..ooohh…” The goblin girl picked up her head and let out a massive yawn as the ocarina’s music caught up with her mind.

“mmm…wanna keep going…” Dahlia slurred from between Narya’s thighs, “…but…so tiiirred…”

“Me…toooo…Oh! …was…so…clooose… to cuuumming…” The two women struggled to keep their heads up but finally succumbed to Trevor’s sneaky lullaby, Narya collapsing back into the plush divan while Dahlia’s face crashed into the goblin’s wet muff.

Trevor grinned, his excitement knowing no bounds as he slid open the window and hopped in, the house and its beautiful occupants now completely at his mercy.