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From The Depths	By : LordDBurroughs Category: +A through F > Dishonored Views: 8635 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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'Stuff him in a sack and throw him over,

Stuff him in a sack and throw him over,

Stuff him in a sack and throw him over,

Early in the morning..'

- A Dunwall children's song

Sascha watched the boys in the yard below, idly drumming his fingers on the railing of his little walkway. When Sascha had moved his little birds into the old quarry, it was a matter of unanimous acceptance that the old foreman's office should be his spot. It was higher than the rest of the quarry, warm, dry, and he could see the entirety of his youthful domain through the window that took up most of one wall.

Better and better, there was a bedroom tucked into one corner, windowless with a locked door, a safe, and a mattress.

There was a desk where he could fill in old, empty ledgers with notes and sums and an inventory of the treasures he collected and stored in his safe, and where he could write letters to his Granny. There were shelves for such books as he owned, histories and works of fiction, and little cubbies to store his tins of scavenged food. His own little quarters in his own little estate, he liked to think. It would serve, for now.
He watched with a slight smirk as his little birds clacked their wooden swords together, learning what passed for swordplay. It kept them sharp, made them stronger, and made them less likely to panic when they were caught or if they spied a few rats. A light touch at his elbow made him look down to the railing, where a large, white rat was climbing up his arm. He smiled, reaching over to pick it up and set it on his shoulder, giving it a soft pat as it settled down, red eyes watching the yard below. Tame, smart, quick, this one was his favorite. His Granny had given it to him.
He tilted his head, suddenly, startling the rat. The whispers were always there, scratching at his mind. It was easy now, to sift through the endless sea of lesser thoughts, petty fears and simple monologues to find something that interested him. And he heard something very interesting now. A soft, sad song.

His full lips curved into a smile, and he turned to the western edge of the quarry, where Big Billy was heading in, followed by a girl. A very familiar girl. Lily, he recalled her name was. That was good. Girls tended to be cross when he forgot their names. He watched her, saw her looking this way and that, felt her awe. And heard the song. She had something for him. His smile broke into a grin.
Big Bill looked up to see Sascha leaning on the railing, watching him idly as he ascended the stairs to the office. The leader of their little gang made no move to greet him, or even stir slightly. Sascha didn't come to people, people came to Sascha. He nodded in greeting as he came up next to the older boy, a gesture returned with the barest of nods.

"Sascha, this is-"
"It's been awhile, Lily. Good to see you."

Lily broke out into a blush almost instantly, suddenly shy in the presence of her crush.
Big Bill blinked, dimly recognizing that his leader apparently knew this girl, and that his behavior earlier might not have been in his long-term interest.

"Well, 'ere ya go, miss. Ol' Bill broughtcher right to 'im, just like 'e said."
The girl didn't acknowledge him, too busy staring starry-eyed at Sascha like the rest, but those blue eyes swept to Bill's own, and Bill immediately knew he was in trouble later.
"Thank you, Bill. Run along now, Tom was looking for you."
Anxious to avoid Sascha's rather creative discipline for as long as possible, he nodded and scurried off. Maybe the older boy would be in a better mood by the time he came back. It never hurt to hope.
Lily blushed, faintly aware she hadn't said anything yet. Sascha stood up straight, and she was suddenly struck by how tall he was. He was dressed better than when she'd last seen him, less dingy, less ragged, and wearing the proper size for once. He stepped toward her, smiling that easy smile, and took her hand in his, the rough wool of his fingerless gloves scratching her skin slightly.

"So, Lily. What brings you to my little hideaway? Thinking of a lucrative career in pickpocketing?"

She giggled softly, shaking her head.

"I.. I brought you something."

Sascha tilted his head, feigning surprise. "Oh? For me? I don't know what to say."
Lily smiled shyly as she held out the charm, watching the glitter in those bright blue eyes as it was revealed. She pressed it into his hand, a slight shock going through her as his skin brushed hers once more. "I.. I thought you might like it. You talked about them, once."
Sascha took the charm from her, holding it up to the light and turning it this way and that, as if he could read the strange scrawls on the bone. After a moment, his smile broke into a dazzling grin, and she felt her knees tremble.

"Oh, I do Lily. This is a wonderful gift.." He looked at her, and there was something in those blue eyes that both excited and frightened her.

"And one good turn deserves another. Come with me."
He took her by the hand and drew her inside his little lair, locking the door behind him. She might have worried, but his smile set her at ease.

"Just making sure no one interrupts us."

He took her through another door, into what appeared to be his room, turning the valve on a whale oil lamp and lighting the windowless room. A large bed with a heavy quilt sat against one wall, a bookshelf and a desk against another. In the corner nearest the bed, there stood a heavy iron safe, like the kind her father used to store the take. He smiled, gesturing for her to sit on the bed, and she did so, her cheeks flushing faintly, though she couldn't say why. He busied himself with the safe, a series of clicks and clanks issuing from his efforts, before he turned back to her, drawing the door open as he did.
Her breath caught.

Within the safe, glittering in the lamplight, were all manner of treasures. Gold coins, rubies and sapphires, rings, necklaces, pocketwatches, cameos, vials of elixir, a strand of beautiful, flawless krust pearls. He flashed that smile of his, and her stomach fluttered.

"Go on, take whatever you like. A gift from me. A thank you."
She felt tempted. The glittering trinkets in the safe were the sort of finery a noblewoman would wear. The strand of pearls alone was nearly priceless. So many precious things.. She wanted them, didn't she? Didn't she?
Sascha tilted his head, his eyes trapping her own. "Or would you prefer a different kind of reward?"

His smile grew hungry, and a strange mix of excitment and fear bubbled up inside her.

"What.. what do you mean?" she asked, voice quavering.
The dark-haired teen pushed the safe closed and leaned in, his hands on either side of her, his face an inch from her own. His eyes glittered, and suddenly, his lips were on her own. She went still, shocked, and he slid his hands up her arms, onto her shoulders, drawing her against him, his tongue slipping out to run over her lips. She opened her mouth in a squeak of surprise, and his tongue was in her mouth, curling, exploring, teasing. Her hands came up, at first to push him away, but instead gripping his vest, pulling him closer. Her tongue caressed his own shyly, and she felt his lips twist into a smile against hers, making her stomach flutter and her heart pound.
His hands slid down her shoulders to the small of her back, pulling her into the hard muscle of his chest as he twisted, sitting on the bed beside her and drawing her into his lap. She returned the kiss -her first kiss- eagerly, trying to match and mimic his actions. She felt clumsy, but he didn't seem to mind. Her hands explored his chest, slipping beneath his shirt with a hitherto unknown eagerness, tracing the firm planes of his pectorals, marveling at the warmth of his skin.

His hands slid down further, onto the curve of her rear, giving a firm squeeze that made her gasp into his mouth, though she made no move to stop him. She became aware of a hardness pressing into her hip, and she dared a glance down, noticing something straining at the cloth of his pants. He purred into her mouth, his hand reaching up from her hip to grasp one of her budding breasts, giving a slow, kneading squeeze. She mewled into the kiss, pressing into his touch despite the unfamiliarity of the situation. He tweaked her nipple through the fabric of her dress, and she let out a soft moan.
A moment later, he broke the kiss, his breath tickling her throat, his hand cupping her chin and turning her to look at him. She felt trapped by those eyes.

"More.." she breathed.
Lily lay on the bed, naked save for her stockings, blushing as she attempted to cover herself. Sascha stood before her, shirtless, the lithe young muscle of his upper body bared to her, his enchanting, easy smile on his lips as his eyes roamed her body. She blushed.

"Let me see.." he whispered.

Biting her lower lip, her face burning, she nodded, laying her arms at her side, revealing her perky young breasts and the bald, smooth mound of her youthful pussy, still bare of the slightest hair.
"You're beautiful, Lily.."
His words made her heart pound, and gave her a wild, mad sort of courage.

"L-let me see you, too.." she breathed, goosebumps breaking out on her naked skin.
He smiled, and began undoing his pants, letting them slide down his toned hips, revealing a faint trail of fine black hair.. and letting his cock spring free. She sucked in a breath at the sight; the thick, proud, veiny prick jutting from between his legs like a weapon. She wondered if it seemed so.. massive.. because it truly was, or because it was the first she had seen. He stepped closer, and it bobbed, like a snake waiting to strike.
"Touch it.."
She blushed, biting her lip harder, and nodded, tentatively reaching out to brush her fingers along the length, surprised at the warmth. Feeling bolder, she wrapped her fingers around it, startled when they wouldn't wrap completely around. He let out a soft purr, and she smiled up at him.

"It's so.."
He smiled, placing his hands on her shoulders and leaning in for another kiss, pushing her down onto the bed as he climbed up with her, between her spread legs. She felt the hot, heavy length against her thigh and shivered, her hands reaching up to settle on his shoulders. He broke the kiss after a long moment, smiling down at her, his face a map of shadow and light as the lamp burned in the corner.

"Just relax, Lily.."
She nodded, looking down with mingled anticipation and trepidation as he gripped his fat young prick and guided the head to her folds, giving a sharp gasp as he ran the head up and down her cleft, her hips squirming from the alien, wonderful sensation. She bit her lip as he pressed against her, fingers digging into his shoulders as she felt him stretch her open, spreading her virgin pussy around that thick, throbbing invader.
She whimpered as he slipped deeper, leaning down to kiss her even as he thrust forward, tearing something inside her and sinking that pulsing monster further. Tears glistened in her eyes as she mewled into the kiss, her legs winding around his hips. He didn't wait long, suddenly pushing forward, stretching the depths of her tight young cunny around his ample cock, spreading her so wide she thought she'd split open.

There was pain, so much pain, but mixed with an alien, exhilarating hunger and a burning need she'd never known. His hands slid down, grasping her pert young ass and kneading roughly, eagerly, the flesh bulging between his fingers as he lifted her lower half off the bed, pulling her into him as he bottomed out, her wide eyes disbelieving as they gazed down at their conjoined hips, a bulge in her formerly flat, smooth stomach. She shivered and twitched, and looked up into those hypnotic blue eyes, filled with that same gleaming hunger.
He began to thrust, and she felt as if every stroke pushed and pulled her insides, scraping against nerves she'd never known existed, sending jolts of bliss through ehr body. She was aware there was something at the top of her cunny, and that that something was dragging against that plundering prick, and that it felt -wonderful-.
Her stockinged toes curled, her legs wrapped tightly around him, her fingernails dug red lines across his back, and she moaned and begged and pleaded; for what, she didn't know, but she asked all the same. Her heart hammered in her chest, and her blood sang with a fiery pleasure, a building pressure smouldering in her core, burning hotter and hotter with every deep, soul-stretching thrust of his cock.
With a wild-eyed seizing and a cry so loud that the boys could hear it in the yard, she came, shuddering and bucking as her pussy spasmed and clenched at his cock, her back arching as she clung desperately to him. Her head jerked back and her mouth hung open as the searing bliss roared through her, drowning out the world in an explosion of stars. Between the blood rushing in her ears, she thought she heard a low, keening sound, like a mournful cry in the distance, but it was gone as swiftly as it began.
Sascha gave a few more jerking thrusts before hilting himself, and she felt a sudden blast of heat inside her, powerful, plentiful spurts of something steaming and sticky as the teenage thief flooded her virgin womb with load after warm, gooey load of spunk, creaming her freshly-deflowered pussy until the excess ran out in pink-tinged trickles to stain the sheets. She held him tightly, vision swimming, gazing up at him, wondering why she hadn't noticed the mark on his side, and wondering why it mattered, and then, exhausted, she was gone.
Sascha set the charm next to the others, on the black cloth of the altar, in the secret room behind the bookcase. The song came, a chorus of many different voices now, and he allowed himself to bask in it for a moment before opening his eyes. With every charm, with every rune, the song grew more beautiful, and he learned a new trick. And one day, his tricks would carry him into the world of wealth and beauty from Granny's stories.

But that day was not today. He heard the faint scratching of thoughts emerging from dreams, and the bookcase was back in place before Lily's eyes had opened.
She awoke to his lips on her own, his hands sliding down her body to pull her onto his cock once again. She clung to him, her hips rising to meet him.
She never returned to the Inn.
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