He lunged at her! Hatred burning in his eyes! She was fast, dodging his desperate lunge.

"Ah, is someone mad I killed their fuckbuddy?" She taunted him. A knife appeared in her hand. "Tell you what give me that stupid glove you got. It's probably worth a little money."

"Fuck you!" he loosed a punch at her face. she smacked it out of the way with the flat of her blade before twirling passed him.

"Probably losing value by the second though. It's got goblin stink on it now!"

She didn't realize just how close to the fire she was dancing. All he had to do was touch her! Skin, armor, something besides that damn knife of hers! Just as he had finished the thought she appeared inside his guard.

"Hi!" she smiled as her knife sliced across his chest. She flicked her blade then buried it in his shoulder. "You can keep that one!" she danced away leaving the blade stuck in his shoulder before producing another. "I have more!"

He felt the knife before he saw it she'd thrown it so fast. She'd drawn another so quickly that if weren't for the evidence sticking out of his body he'd sworn it was the same knife!

The blood loss was getting worse, He could feel himself weakening. He pulled a knife from himself, he needed a weapon but that was a mistake, blood gushed from the wound.

"Still upright!" she laughed. "Good, I'm not done hurting you yet!" She threw another knife, he didn't bother dodging it, instead batting it away taking the minor cut. 

"You have spunk! I like that! Aelua was right keeping you alive has been fun!" She drew her rapier and made a show of sighting down the blade and checking the point, showing little concern for the limping green form approaching her. He took a clumsy swing at her.

"Come on! Is that really the best you can do! I ended your entire bloodline, your friends your family everybody you knew or cared about! I even killed your whore mid fuck! Hit me!"

He tried to retort but his muscles were failing him, it was all he could do to stay up right, traveling forward more by inertia then anything else. His knife clattered to the ground, his hand limp. She lowered her rapier in disgust.

"I am going to kill you." She closed the distance her face hovering mere inches from his own. "But you know what, I'm feeling generous, One free shot. Go ahead." She tapped her cheek. "Hard as you can, I won't even flinch."

He could barely hear her over the pounding of his heartbeat, she was right, he was outmatched, outclassed and he would be dead in mere moments! He'd come so far! He had only just begun to understand what he was capable of! His vengeance would be left unfulfilled! He closed his hand into a fist and mustered every once of will he possessed. His fist thrusting forward, but not for her cheek! Instead finding a tangle of her red hair! 

"Hurt!" he shouted!

He felt the knife rip away from his chest and Neara swear as it plunged into her shoulder.

"What the fuck!"

"Hurt!"

She yanked the knife free and sliced her forearm, her rapier falling from her weakened grip!

"How!"

"Hurt!"

She flipped the knife in her hand and buried it in her thigh!

"Wait" her eyes went wide. "You have it! Hel-"

"Silence!"

Her mouth shut with a click.

"Heal!" he was fading fast. He had to hold on! If he passed out now, if she got away! He shook his head but that made the pain so much worse! He felt a some sort of liquid being pushed against his lips. He drank it greedily, and immediately felt so much better! His wounds began stitching themselves together, and the darkness around the edges of his vision faded as the potion did it's work! He blinked and noticed the vengeful face of Neara as she tended to him. She had produced several salves from her many pockets and was busy applying them to his wounds. Ignoring the knife stuck in her leg even though she winced at every movement. He didn't speak for a few moments and just basked in not being in pain for once in a very long time.

"Neara!" he heard a voice call from down the passage. "Did you find it!"

His eyes snapped open in terror! He needed a plan and fast! He was always terrible with plans! So far it had been dumb luck and action! His eyes darted around desperately in search of a way out of this! He couldn't think of anything except, His eyes settled on the glaring rogue. He had the next best thing!

"Suck it!" She spat on it in defiance before grudgingly pressing her lips around his cock. He didn't have time for her silent protests grabbing her head in both hands and pushing his cock as far down her throat as he could go! He could feel her tongue acting on it's own flicking against his flesh as it explored the length of shaft. He forced her head up and down.

"Neara?" 

They were getting closer! He needed more! Faster! She squirmed desperate to break away from him, he clenched her tighter forcing her mouth to slide along his shaft all the way down to his testicles. He twitched as his semen launched deep inside her throat. She coughed and tried to spit it up.

"Swallow!"

He heard her gulping it down and suddenly he could feel the connection between them. It was laughably feint compared to a full fucking but it was enough for him to search her mind for just the skill be needed! There! He plucked it from her mind, she shivered as it left her. A piece of her was now his. God there was so much more to take! But later! Right now he needed to move!

He popped her off his dick. He glanced around a plan now formulating in his head. First thing he needed was to hide the evidence! He caught sight of Igneous still buried in the ground where he'd left it Why didn't he use it against Neara? Stupid! He almost thought about hiding it but no, he had a better use for it.

"Time for you to forget a few things!" He grinned into the scared face of his opponent! Her expression went blank as he mucked about in her head. Replacing the last few minutes of her life with something a little more advantageous! He pulled at the Guantlet with his teeth and shoved it in one of her pouches. With any luck she wouldn't even notice it, but even if she did he was counting on her greed to keep it close. She had a thing for pocketing money on the side. Damn he was good at this!

"Bitch! Where you at!" Morad called! They were nearly on top of them! Last touches! A few commands to heal herself before releasing her and taking position.

The rest of the group rounded the corner right as Neara blinked awake!

"Look at all." Neara said dazedly.

"Oh my!" Aelua gasped. The room was a proverbial museum. Not a lot of gold, but scrolls, artifacts and tapestries. Not appreciated by a terrified goblin but to a team of treasure hunters this room was a gold mine! All neatly arranged in display cases and on stands.

"Yes! Now this is what I'm talking about!" Morad surveyed the weapons with glee! "Oh hey, that sword is badass!" She reached for it before Neara swatted his hand away.

"Hey what's the big deal!"

"It'll burn the fuck out of you! That Angel bitch had it!"

"She wouldn't happen to still be alive would she? I'd love to exchange some, mmm pleasantries with her." Celks licked her lips with excitement.

"No, killed that bitch, arrow straight through the heart."

"Savage!" Morad laughed.

"No, what was savage was what I did to this one!" She kicked the goblin who was cowering at her feet. "He was balls deep in her when I caught them, she had her armor off and I had a shot."

"That's absolutely dreadful!" Aelua gasped. "I'm so mad I wasn't here to see it!"

"Yeah but bad news he's the only one that can touch it without getting lit on fire!"

"I'm sure I can figure out how to break that enchantment! I'll need to do some research though!"

"Looks like we all lost our little bet." Celks shook her head.

"Congrats Mudfoot! Looks like you're part of merry band for a little while longer!" Morad kicks him painfully enough to lift him off the ground, he lets out a yell as he lands on the sword tipping it over, as the point cuts through the stone with ease.

"Now why don't you put that sword in my bag of holding, can't afford to have you get brave on us."

He slowly got to his feet, dragging the sword behind him as pitifully as he could manage. He hated losing it, but if his new plan worked he'd have it back by morning!

He feebly placed it inside the bag of holding. The moment his hands were free of it Morad thanked him with kick to the groin, he sagged to his knees crying.

"Thanks fucker! Now what do you say we pillage this place!"

The group sounded off in agreement and began ransacking the place. Neara busied herself opening locks. Aelua began checking for magic items, Celks for curses, and Morad loading things into her bag of holding. It took a long while but eventually the room was completely picked over.

"How strange!" Aelua glanced around the now bare room. "I'm sensing a lot of magic here still."

"Of course I'm hauling an army's worth!" Morad patted the bag.

"No, every time we put one away I stop sensing it. Maybe there's something still here." Aelua began walking the room searching for it's source.

His heart leapt to his throat. He'd forgotten how much it reeked magic! Damn it!

"Now this is interesting." Celks knelt down picking up the knocked over cloche and stand. "I think we missed one."

"No one's holding out on us or anything?" Morad demanded.

They eyed each other suspiciously. Neara began surreptitiously checking her pouches, He saw her pat it once, a brief look of confusion over the strange object she now knew she possessed. 

"Secret!" he hissed, using his bond to nudge her. It's all he could do, without the gauntlet it was even shallower then before.

"Nope." she shook her head.

"Well there's definitely magic here!"

He breathed a sigh of relief and scanned the room to see Celks looking directly at him.

"It's here." Celks smiled viciously. "isn't it!"

"N-no!" he stammered.

Celks touhed him lightly on the shoulder. Her pale skin was ice cold.

"She disappeared didn't she?"

"Yeah, in black fire." Neara nodded.

She squeezed his arm, the cold of her body mixing with the intensity of her grip numbing his arm.

"Don't lie."

"It's not!" tears began to stream down his face. "I promise!"

She held him for a moment longer before tossing him to the ground.

"She must have moved it!" Celks seethed, picking up a display case and hurling it against the wall, shattering it.

"We were so close!" She tossed a heavy armor stand next denting the stone with it's impact!

"How do you know?" Aelua asked taken aback by her companions temper.

"Think about it! Teleport it somewhere! Flood the area with magic so we can't track it!"

"That.. makes a lot of sense actually!" Aelua deflated.

"What's the problem ladies, we didn't plan on finding the stupid glove anyway." Morad shrugged

"Brandth will not be pleased." Celks shook her head. "Not pleased at all."

"But, we did our job!" Aelua protested.

"Yes." Celks took a deep breath regaining her composure. "We did as we were bidden. Perhaps Brandth may yet provide a way to retrieve it." Her eyes flicked over to the mudfoot. "regardless we are done for today."

The group left the dungeon the same way they'd come. It was a far shorter walk then he'd thought. Of course it helped it was well lit thanks to Aelua's magics and the traps all disabled ahead of time.

The group appeared outside with the sun hanging low in the sky. After more jeering and a few light beatings he was left alone as they made camp. Dinner was another feast courtesy of Aelua. They even tossed him a scrap of meat. They'd had a good day after all.

Finally, they wandered into their tents to bed. Celks, having volunteered for first watch, began patrolling the campsite. 

The waiting was the hard part. He watched Celks carefully circled the camp, her red eyes scanning the dark, She was the worst one to be on patrol, she actually took her job seriously! He didn't have a choice but to slowly keep an eye on her and wait. Till finally, she went inside her tent for a moment and he moved as quietly as he could flipping the flap and disappearing inside of Neara's tent.

She was a messy sleeper, Her pants and chain shirt tossed haphazardly on the floor of the tent, in stark contrast to her tools and pouches, which were hung neatly on pegs that ran along the roof of the tent. He scanned the pouches, moving carefully through the tent he spotted the pouch he was after. He crept closer and silently reached inside. The moment of truth, had she moved it?

He felt relief as he felt the finely crafted leather inside the pouch. He gingerly removed it from it's resting place and very carefully slipped it back on to his hand. His confidence returning as it slid into place. The scariest part of his plan behind him. Now he had business to finish with Neara.

She had tossed her blanket aside in the night, and even more tempting she was sprawled out on the cot. The only thing separating him from claiming her completely was a the semi transparent fabric of her underwear, He wanted to slam his cock in her, watch her face twist in horror as she woke and realized just who was fucking her, let her scream as his came, feel her petite body squirm against him as he claimed her soul!

He shook the thought away. Too risky to do it that way, fortunately if he was careful...

He seized her inner thigh! Her emerald eyes snapped open a knife appearing in her hand.

"Freeze!"

He ran a finger up her panties, pushing against her pussy lips before finding the clitoris which he began playing with. Even in her frozen state he felt it stiffen under his influence. That was for her pleasure, now it was time for his!

His cock easily bypassed her fabric defense and he heard her groan. He wasn't sure if it was one of pleasure or not. Not that it mattered as he rubbed his cock against her clit. He felt the warmth of her, he felt her shiver and his dick now glided against her slit. He grinned. She was enjoying this! He was raping her and she was getting off on it! His cock found no further resistance as it entered her tight pussy.

God she was so warm! The impact of his hips against her legs caused her tits to begin bouncing. Well, what tits she had anyway. He'd fix that later. Right now, he was far more interested in what he wanted to take!

His cum shot deep inside her and finally he felt it, that bond he'd once held with his angel. But now he had time to search for what he wanted. She was talented; poisons, stealth, assassination, he wanted it all! lock picking, lying, traps! He could feel the gaps he'd left in her psyche, ready to be overwritten with whatever he desired! Weapons, dexterity, balance! He could take more than just her skills! He could take her physical properties too! His form began to change, his flab tightened as years of training and honed muscle found it's way to his flesh. Her form on the other hand grew rounder and plumper as the body she'd spent years crafting lost its progress. Finally he finished with her, he gazed around the tent with a fresh perspective, Neara stared at him blankly, a small amount drool running from her mouth. 

He considered leaving her like this, what an appropriate warning to the others, imagine them finding this brain dead fuck toy he'd made! But no, he needed her at least coherent, fortunately he had plenty of canvas to work with. He began filling the blank places in her brain. Obedience, Servitude, Gratitude, To him, her master, her lover, her god! It was all she'd ever been, all she ever desired to be, a vessel, to filled by him whenever he desired!

He pulled out of her soaking pussy. He released his grip on her as she slowly blinked, as she adjusted to her new reality. She smiled dreamily at him.

"Oh, master I didn't hear you come in!" She looked at his glistening cock as she rubbed a finger against her red pubic hair soaked with his seed and licked it. "Oh god! You really came in!" she giggled at her own joke before sitting up and crawling seductively towards him.

"Y'know master, since your here, and since I'm already covered in you we could -"

He stoked her cheek, her eager face was intoxicating! He could stay here all night fucking her till she screamed!

"Sleep!" she collapsed on her cot. He left her there, his cum leaking out of her, though he spared a moment to place a blanket atop her. Just in case any prying eyes happened to wander in. He considered taking her tools, he knew them intimately now but opted to leave them. They wouldn't assist him tonight and their disappearance would raise suspicion.

He stepped out into night his vengeance a quarter complete.

"So." a voice sounded from the shadows. "You do have it!"