[F4M] Diamonds in the Skies ~ Part 2 of the 'Vertias' series

Heyo, and thank you for checking out ‘Diamonds in the Skies,’ Part 2 of the ‘Veritas’ series of scripts!

This script is a little roleplay heavy, but, in my opinion, extremely spicy!

As always, feel free to take whatever creative liberties you want with the script! Adlib, change the script, insert sfx, noises, etc., wherever you like. Genderbend one or both characters. Act out the other side. All I ask is that you tag me when you release the audio so that I can hear it brought it life!

Enjoy!
~Vox_Nihili

(if you want to skip to the script scroll down ‘til you see SCRIPT SETUP)

SETTING PROFILE:
The ‘Vertias’ series of scripts takes place in a vaguely described (by design), fictional world, similar to our own. Technology is on par with ours, although a few things might be a bit science-fiction. The world has organized itself similarly to our own, with assembly governments and corporations at the head, but there are a greater number of places where a monarchy of some form or another continues to hold power.

The majority of the series takes place in a country governed by an “elected” leader known as ‘The Governor.’ On the surface, it appears to be a fairly egalitarian state, but as with all bodies politic, corruption and inequality thrive beneath the public eye. This country has a domestic intelligence and security service known simply as ‘The Bureau,’ who the Raven’s current “pet project” is a member of.
Any similarities to real word places, people, and entities are purely coincidental and in no way actually representative of said places, people, and entities.

CHARACTER PROFILE:
You play ‘The Raven,’ a notorious, international, master thief, wanted in twenty countries and the Ace of Diamonds in the Bureau’s most wanted deck. Confident and dominant, you take what you want from whomever you want, though you mainly only take from those who deserve to lose. While you certainly indulge in your penchant for larceny – jewelry is your favorite, expensive and easy to carry out, but you’ve also stolen paintings, priceless artifacts, and even a Lord’s pet tiger – your activities are a cover for your true objective; namely stealing information, documents, etc., for your benefactor, an information broker known as ‘The Weaver.’ You don’t know what they do with the information and you don’t particularly care; you’ve never claimed to hold the moral high ground and don’t believe yourself naïve enough to think that anyone actually holds it.

When it comes to your sex life, you like being in control. You like taking a person with a strong personality and a hidden submissive inside, and making them submit to your will. Nothing brings you more joy than breaking in a new pet. As with your work life, you take what you want, from whomever you want.

SCRIPT NOTES:
[A:] - represents dialogue said by you, the performer (with the exception of things between [*…*]
[*…*] - represents scene notes, sounds, and setup. Not intended to be verbalized.

SCRIPT SETUP:
*Today is the Governor’s Gala and your mark is an Ambassador that will be in attendance. It just so happens that your favorite Agent will also be there, a cherry on top of your cake. You practically hummed with excitement as you thought about all the ways you could torment him.

Gaining access to the party was no problem; your benefactor has far-reaching political ties and deep pockets. You honestly spent more time picking out the dress that would most drive Mr. Agent wild, than you did worrying about how to get in. Not that you didn’t do your due diligence; you are nothing if not fastidious. But chances to play with Mr. Agent are few and far between. You want to make it count.

The Gala is an extravagant affair, everyone dressed in their dazzling best. Politicians and business leaders, lords and ladies, all are in attendance at the Gala. You mingled and conversed, making sure to establish your fake identity among the party goers. After a while, you finally spied your victim, dressed up rather okay for once, standing at the edge of the dance floor. He’s looking as dour as ever and more than a little out of place. Well, you’ll see if you can’t make his evening a lot more exciting. *

SCRIPT:

*soft chamber music fills the air from a string-quartet as you approach the Agent from behind*

A: Well, well, fancy meeting my favorite Agent here!

*The Agent turns and spies you, uttering a quick ‘you!’ before you loop your arm in his and pull him onto the dance floor.*

A: While I am very pleased you recognized me, I would recommend acting normal. We wouldn’t want a rather racy video of a certain Bureau Agent making the rounds, now would we? Just take my waist and dance with me.

*The Agent stammers for a moment before doing as you say. To be quite honest, he’s not the best partner you’ve danced with; he’s a little stiff and you have to do most of the guiding – not that you mind. The Agent murmurs quietly, asking what you’re doing at the Gala.*

A: What am I doing here? Can’t I be Prince Charming, attending a ball, looking for my Cinderella?

*The Agent snorts in skepticism*

A: I’m telling the truth!

*you lean in close so that your foreheads are practically touching and whisper*

A: I’m here to steal you away.

*you chuckle and the Agent scoffs. He leans back and says ‘Fine, keep your secrets.’*

A: I really am here to steal you from this rather dull engagement. After that, well, you’ll have to find out later, Mr. Agent. For now, enjoy the music, and my company.

*You dance in silence for a moment before the Agent speaks again, stating that it was quite bold of you to return to the location of a previous job.*

A: Hmm? Bold of me to return here? Well, as they say Dear, fortune favors the bold and fortune has certainly favored me.

A: Speaking of fortune, I heard about your recent success with that arson case of yours. Funny that the culprit ended up being the very corporation who stood to benefit from the forest being gone. I think I remember pulling a job at their headquarters, sometime last year.

*the Agent looks a bit sheepish and mumbles something that sounds like ‘thanks to you.’

A: Mmm, I hardly did anything, just gave you a little push. The rest of it, that was all you.

A: You’ve certainly stirred up the hornet’s nest though. That case hit a little close to home for the Governor and now he’s worried about you. I’m sure inviting you here is his way of trying to keep you close. I wouldn’t be surprised if he offered you a promotion in the Bureau himself.

A: He’s honestly not much better than the people you arrested, but I suppose we all must choose the devil we sleep with.

*The Agent snorts again and says, ‘like taking advice from you. You chuckle at  this.’*

A: Dear, I’m not a devil . . .

*you lean in close once again.*

A: . . . I’m a goddess. You’d do well to remember that.

*this time neither of you pull back as you continue to dance. After a few moments of silence, the Agent mutters something about your eyes.

A: Oh, do you like my current eye color? It’s amazing what we can do with contacts these days. I’ve noticed yours haven’t left me since we started dancing. Do you like what you see? I picked out this dress, just. For. You.

*the Agent visibly reacts to your seductive words and you barely manage to hear him saying something along the lines of ‘. . . beautiful . . .’*

A: Sorry, what was that? You’re going to have to speak up Dear.

*the Agent quickly, but louder, says ‘you look beautiful.’*

A: Mmm, it makes me so happy to hear you say that.

*the music comes to an end and a soft clapping fills the air.*

A: And that’s our cue to move on with the night. Before you follow me, you might want to adjust yourself. You wouldn’t want to cause an international embarrassment.

*you smirk as his face flushes and he quickly ‘adjusts himself.’ You start to walk off the dance floor, making sure to add a little extra sway to your hips. The Agent looks conflicted for a moment before quickly striding after you . . . like the good puppy he is.*

*your heeled footsteps click on the marble floor as you lead the Agent out of the ballroom, through the atrium and into a hallway that leads to the guest quarters of the Governor’s Estate. The Agent resumes his line of questioning regarding your purpose here tonight.*

A: So many questions Mr. Agent, questions that will be answered in due time. For now just . . .

*you hear footsteps echoing from down the hall and quickly hiss at the Agent*

A: Quick, kiss me!

*you pull the Agent against you so that he’s pressing you into the wall and begin to kiss him with a searing heat. After a moments confusion, he eagerly returns it. The footsteps draw near, hushed whispers, before quickly fading away as you continue the kiss. You keep him pressed against your lips, long past the time they disappear. Finally you pull away, both of you a little breathless.*

A: Mmm, that was much better than last time, now that I wasn’t trying to pass you a tiny key. *chuckle* Come on, let’s move quickly before someone else comes around.

*you take the Agent’s hand, pulling him after you down the hall. After another moment of walking you arrive outside a set of double doors. You quickly produce a rather ornate metal key and unlock it. As the door swings open, the Agent suddenly realizes whose room this is.*

A: Yes, this is your room Dear. You really should be more aware when someone’s got their hands all over you. Really wasn’t hard to lift the key off you. And no, we’re not here to do what you think . . . not yet at least. Now be a dear and go open the balcony doors.

*you walk into the bathroom and turn the shower on before retrieving some gear you’d managed to have placed in this room before the event*

*your voice sounds distant as you continue to talk*

A: Now, my mark is an Ambassador that’s here at the Gala. It just so happens that her room is directly above yours. Which means, your balcony is directly below hers.

*your voice returns to normal as you move out onto the balcony with the Agent.*

A: Here, you’re going to want to wear some gloves. I wouldn’t want my favorite Agent getting blamed for my work.

*the Agent stares incredulously at you and asks where you found the rope and grappling hook. And why you turned the shower on*

A: How did I get my equipment into your room? A magician never reveals their tricks, and neither does a thief. As for the shower, it’s
a little cover noise. Now, let’s see about getting up there.

*a momentary pause before there’s a metallic clink, confirming that the hook has caught on the balcony above.*

A: Perfect on the first try. Well, grumpy princesses first.

*you look expectantly at the Agent who stares blankly back at you.*

A: I mean you, Cinderella. I’m sure you’d love to get a peak up my dress, but you have to earn that first.

*you wait for the Agent to pull himself up to the next balcony, before following suit. You quietly set down next to the Agent who mentions that the balcony doors are locked*

A: Mmm, the door being locked isn’t much of a problem. Scoot over so I can work.

*you pull a set of pins from your hair that double as lock picks and crouch down by the lock*

A: Luckily the lock is fairly simple. No one ever seems to expect someone to break in from the balcony, which I think is rather silly. Any decent cat burglar can find their way to a balcony with a little effort. Annnnd there we go.

*the lock clicks and you gently open the door, taking a moment to check that the coast is clear*

A: Alright, looks like the Ambassador is still at the Gala and hasn’t left any watch dogs for us.

*you quickly step inside and the Agent follows, shutting the door behind him. You find yourself in the Ambassador’s bedroom, laid out similar to the Agent’s below. You take out a set of handcuffs you had in your equipment which jingle as you toss them to the Agent*

A: I’m going to check the sitting room. I want you to strip naked and cuff your hands behind your back to the foot of the bed.

*the Agent looks incredulously at you and asks if you’re serious.*

A: I’m entirely serious Dear.

*you wait for a moment, seeing if you’ll have to remind him of his predicament, but he sighs and begins to do as you say. You smile, knowing you’re slowly breaking him in. You open the door to the sitting room and after a quick walkthrough, confirm that no one else is there. As you return to the bedroom, you slip out of your dress, leaving you in only your heels, undergarments, and gloves.*

A: See Dear, I promised if you were patient, I’d let you see under my dress.

*you can see he’s flush with embarrassment but growing aroused at the sight of you. You walk to him, heels clicking, and give him a long kiss.*

A: Now, I’m going to search the room for goodies. I want you to stay right here, kneeling. Yes, kneeling. Just. Like. That.

*you press down on his shoulders until he’s kneeling on the floor*

A: Back straight, knee’s spread . . .

*you nudge his knees apart with a heeled foot, making sure his hardening cock is exposed. You brush it lightly with your foot, and feel a shudder run through him.*

A: Mmm, good boy. I would commit this position to memory Mr. Agent, because I rather like having you like this. Submissive. Ready to please me. Cock exposed for me to do whatever I wish with it. Now be a good boy and wait patiently.

*you begin to search the room diligently, making sure the Agent’s eyes follow you wherever you go. Everything in the bedroom seems fairly mundane*

A: Hmm, today’s newspaper, a phone charger but no phone, probably with her at the Gala. Designer perfume . . . *spritz* . . .Mmm, rose,
jasmine, and hints of . . . citrus. Not bad. Let’s see what’s in her nightstand.

*sound of a drawer being opened*

A: Oh dear, looks like our Ambassador is a fan of trashy romance novels. “The Captain of My Ship” by Sheryl McCoven. Ever heard of it?

*the Agent shakes his head*

A: Me neither, though I’m not really one for most romance novels, not really my speed, not enough men on leashes. Well, there’s nothing else useful here, so that just leaves the closet.

*You make your way to the closet, your heels clicking on the marble, and open the door*
A: Well, well, the Ambassador certainly dresses well. Nothing less than couture in here. Too bad she’s not my size, but clothes are hard to get out anyways.

*insert perusing sounds/hums*

A: Oh, what do we have here? A personal safe? My, my, the governor certainly is kind to provide those to his guests. Good thing it’s the same model as the one that’s in your room, Dear.

*you go about breaking into the safe. SFX of a spinning dial lock or the beeps of a number pad*

A: Annnd there we go.

*a lock clicks and the safe door swings open*

A: Ah, I was wondering where the Ambassador was keeping her jewelry. She must not have much faith in the governor’s security if she’s keeping it in here. I wouldn’t either, not after the Raven waltzed in and out of here with no trouble. Let’s see what she’s keeping in here.

*the sound of a jewelry box opening. The Agent mentions something about you running out of here more than waltzing*

A: Dear, everything went according to plan. I call that ‘waltzing.’ And oh my, this IS quite the collection of sparkles. Plenty of gold, platinum, and diamonds. My favorites! I have to say, I really wonder how she affords all this VERY expensive jewelry on a diplomat’s salary.

*jingle sounds as you paw through the jewelry box*

A: OH! That simply is breath taking. Here, you really must get a look at this!
*heels click on the floor as you walk back out wearing a thick, diamond choker that clasps in the back. A single strand hangs down and dips between your breasts.*

A: Doesn’t this diamond choker look stunning on me?

*the Agent says it would be more beautiful if you owned the piece yourself*

A: Oh, but I do own it now, after all, what do they say? Finders, keepers?

*you walk back into the closet to keep looking. The jingle of jewelry continues for another moment*

A: Quite frankly, it’s better that it’s now mine, I do it far more justice than that pretentious hag. Ah, now here’s what I’m looking for.

*you walk back out still wearing the choker, having added a few tennis bracelets and a set of dazzling earrings to your collection. In your hand you hold a laptop that was stored in the safe. You walk over to the desk opposite the bed and set the laptop down. You open it up and bend over it, giving the Agent a good view of your rear. You take a thin USB stick out of your bra and insert it into the laptop.

A: I wonder what her password is. A hundred on one of her children’s birthdays. Good thing I don’t have to guess, this little program will do all the work for me. Just plug it in here, enter the command phrase *keyboard SFX* and voila! Soon the Ambassador’s secrets will be mine.

*you turn back to the Agent smiling*

A: While that little bug is doing its thing, I finally get to enjoy my real prize!

*you stalk towards the Agent slowly, heels clicking, keeping his attention. As you do, you remove your undergarments, leaving you in your heels, gloves, and recently acquired jewelry. You stop just short of him, forcing him to tilt his head back to look up at you. His cock is rock hard. You place a finger beneath his chin, ensuring he’s looking you in the eye*

A: Now, you’re going to lick my cunt to get me nice and wet, then, I’m going to have my way with you, understand?

*you nudge his cock with your foot to get your point across. He gulps and nods.*

A: Good, then get to work.

*you grab his head and push it between your legs. He begins by kissing you along your lips before his tongue flicks out and starts to worship you.*

A: Mmm, that’s it pet, just like that.

*Feel free to break up sentences as you see fit and add light moaning sfx to this section. “. . .” generally denotes where I imagined sfx would be best added, but they are certainly not obligatory!*

A: You know, I’m a little sad that you shaved . . . I miss the scruff. But it’s nice to know that, mmmm, that you clean up well when you try. Oo, yes! Right there, pet, keep licking right there.

A: Next time we attend an event . . . together . . . we’ll have to get you a nicer suit though. I can’t have my . . . arm candy looking less than impressive. Mmmm.

*you begin to lightly grind your hips into his face*

A: Although, most events I want to take you to . . . would have you naked and . . . on a leash. Hmmm. At the most, I might let you wear some very, very tight hotpants. *chuckle*

*The Agent begins to gently work at your clit. Your moaning intensifies for a few moments before you roughly push his head away.*

A: Mmm, that’s enough, pet.

*light breathing sounds*

A: Hah, I nearly lost myself there and let you finish me. A woman could really get addicted to that tongue of yours. *lust filled chuckle* But I want to enjoy you first.

*You kneel down and straddle his hips, your eyes level with his, his cock trapped between the two of you, and your arms wrapped around his neck. You sear him with a long, slow kiss.*

A: Hah, I’m so ready for you, pet. I’ve been fantasizing about this moment for months. Have you been fantasizing about me as well?

*the Agent remains quiet but his flush grows deeper*

A: *chuckle* I can tell by your silence that you did . . . I wonder, in your fantasies, who was on top?

*the Agent remains quiet. You slowly begin to grind against his length, and he lets out an audible groan*

A: I’m not going to put you inside me until you answer, Pet.

*the Agent holds out for a moment longer before groaning and giving in. He says ‘you . . . most of the time.’*

A: Mmm, me? *kiss* Somehow, I knew that’s what you’d say. But don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll have a chance to live out your other fantasies. I don’t mind a big strong man on top of me . . . so long as I’m holding his leash.

*you lift your hips up, lower a hand to position his cock, and slowly begin to let yourself onto him, staring him in the eyes as you do.*

A: Haaahhh

*you groan – and so does he – as you slowly slide down his length until he finally bottoms out and you’re sitting flush with his hips.*

A: Finally . . . hah . . .  I knew you’d fit all perfect and . . . snug inside me. It’s like . . . you were made . . . for me. Can you feel how hot . . . and tight . . . and wet I am for you?

*the Agent grunts and nods*

A: See how much better it is . . . when you just . . . obey me?

*you emphasize each phrase with a little shake of your hips and the Agent can only groan in reply*

A: Don’t you dare . . . blow your load yet, Pet. If you do . . . I’ll be very disappointed . . . and then I’ll . . . have to . . . punish you.

*you slowly begin to undulate your hips, feeling his length sliding along inside*

*Once again, break up sentences as you see fit, as well as adding moaning, kissing, and wet sfx that grow more intense until the climax*

A: Mmm, do you know how many times I . . . came, watching the video of our first meeting?

*insert sfx*

A: Seventy-two times . . . seventy-two days since that meeting . . .

A: I tried finding myself . . . another plaything, but no one got me going . . . quite like you do. Nothing compares, mmmm, to tormenting you . . . watching you struggle between your duty . . . and pleasure . . . watching you give in to me.

*sfx grow a little more intense as your strokes grow a little longer*

A: You should quit your job . . . come live with me . . . Your life would be so much easier . . . We could do this . . . everyday.

*between grunts and moans, the Agent stammers that he can’t.*

A: Why not? What do you owe to them? . . . You’ve seen what the people I steal from are like . . . the people you’re sworn to . . . protect. You think the ambassador . . . could afford this necklace on her salary? *lusty chuckle* She’s a weapon’s dealer . . . a war profiteer . . . and those are the least of her crimes.

*sfx as you give him a moment to think . . . well, try to think really, but that’s probably pretty hard for him, considering how you’re blowing his mind right now.*

A: If you came to be my pet, mmmm, you’d only have to worry about pleasing me . . . and to please me, you only have to . . . follow Two. Simple. Rules.

*you lean in close, moan, and whisper into his ear.*

A: First, you always obey me.

*sfx*

A: Second, you only wear clothes when I tell you to.

*you feel his cock twitch inside you and he groans.*

A: Hahh, do you like that idea Pet? I can feel your cock . . . twitching inside me, so I know you do. Hahhh . . . you’d be my naked . . . little . . . house pet. Ready to service me whenever I want . . . your cock would be for my . . . exclusive pleasure . . . whenever I want.

*muffled moans as you kiss him and begin to pick up speed*

A: Hah, hah, I wish this . . . choker was bigger . . . you’d look so good . . . in a diamond collar.

A: Mmmm, I think I’ll have one made . . . after all, I only provide my pets with the very, hmmm, best.

*you feel the Agent shuddering beneath you and you can feel that he’s close. You pick up your pace, practically bouncing on him.*

A: Are you close pet? I can feel you . . . shuddering. Not quite yet though . . . I’m almost there.

*insert escalating sfx as you grow closer to climax. Feel free to adlib heavily until the next line with your preferred climax dialogue! lol*

A: Mmmm, that’s it pet! . . . mmm, YES, come inside me pet!

*you slam down once more on the Agent and clutch at him as you climax and begin to shudder. A moment later you feel him join you as he shoots his load deep inside you. He groans and leans his head back ‘til it rests against the bed.
It takes you both a few moments to recover, heavy breathing filling the air. Finally, with your head laying on his shoulder, his softening cock still inside you, you speak.*

*Add heavy breathing and breathiness however you see fit here*

A: Mmm, good boy . . . you’ve pleased your goddess greatly.

*you chuckled knowing he’s not quite there yet, but he’s close to giving in.*

A: You’ve done it now though, Mr. Agent, you’re in quite deep, and I don’t just mean in me.

A: You’ve aided and abetted in a crime. Not to mention that you’re guilty of fornicating at the scene of said crime. What would your superiors think if they knew that?

*the Agent groans*

A: Though, if you did get in trouble, you’d have no choice but to turn to me.

*the Agent begins blustering, saying that you gave in your word. You chuckle again.*

A: Don’t worry Dear, I’m just teasing you. So long as you hold up your end of the deal, they’ll never know. I want you to come crawling to me on your own volition.

*you whisper in a sultry tone in his ear*

A: I know you’re not quite there yet, but I do hope you come crawling soon.

*at that moment the laptop lets out a beep, letting you know that your program is done. You sigh*

A: And that’s our next cue to keep the night moving.

*you stand, letting his limp cock slip from your pussy. You gather your undergarments and put them back on, making sure to keep his cum inside you, where it belongs. You lean over the Agent and unlock his handcuffs.*

A: You should get dressed and head back downstairs, while I finish up here. Have to make sure the Ambassador doesn’t suspect the real reason I was here. Anddd, it smells like sex, so I’ll have to do something about that.

*the Agent flushes as he quickly redresses, not bothering to tuck his shirt back in. You walk up to him and trail a finger up his chest.*

A: Oh, and Dear, I’ll be joining you in a few minutes. I expect you to be naked again, hands cuffed behind your back, and kneeling on the floor when I get there.*

*the Agent seems a little shocked that you aren’t immediately getting out with your ‘goods.’*

A: Mmm, partly I’m staying because I don’t want to blow this cover. But mostly, because our meetings are too few and far between and I’m not done with you tonight. Besides, we’ll need an alibi and I plan on making sure the entire wing knows what we were doing. All. Night. Long.

*the Agent looks even more flustered*

A: Now be a good boy and get going. I’ll be there soon.

*the sound of your heels clicking on the floor starts and then fades away*

END