Handbook of Erotic Fantasy: Mirror Wizard (Patreon)

As she drifted, Thief’s mind wandered back to the old days. Before she’d become a Hero. Before she ever heard the names Wizard or Fighter or Cleric. Back in the pirate days, with a loyal crew at her beck and call and the gentle roll of the waves beneath her. She missed that feeling sometimes. The rise and fall of a ship at sea. The horizon an endless expanse before the prow.

From a certain point of view, her freedom had diminished greatly. There was no denying it. Such was the price of monogamy. But as any thief might tell you, that is the nature of prices: they were meant to pay for something.

“Beloved!” came the voices. “Are you quite certain you are not in distress? Your shouts are somewhat frantic tonight.”

“Ahhwaah! Huh-unh,” said Thief, quite reasonably she thought.

“Perhaps I should stop?” came the lilting chorus. It rose from the hollow of her neck and her shoulder, where delicate lips murmured close beside her ear. It oozed from the vicinity of either breast, where small pink tongues still danced their two-step, keeping merry time with one another. It welled up along with the warm breath tickling her belly, and her thighs, and the sensitive base of her tail, the last of which writhed like a mad thing amidst disheveled bedsheets.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” she growled. And as Thief tightened her legs mercilessly about one of her wife’s heads, she was pleased to find that some of Captain Thiefbeard’s command still remained to her. Thus far, wedded life had been well worth the cost. And as she rocked upon a lapping sea of pleasure, Thief could not imagine a finer crew.