Half and Half

Half and Half

Half-Elf  x Halfling lesbian sex.



	Kiriana slowly lowered her feet to the floor, stepping into the building from the second story window.  As her toe hit the floorboards it caused a squeak.  She winced; the sound was deafeningly loud to her ears.  Freezing, she waited a moment to make sure no one had heard.  She needn’t have bothered; the sounds of song and boasting from the tavern bellow were loud enough to drown her out had she been wearing full plate armor.

	Still, the Boss always said that safe was better than sorry.

	She eased the rest of the way into the hall and gently eased the shutters closed.  The oil she had lubricated them with before entering let them swing back into place without a sound.

	Kiriana began to make her way down the hall, careful to alternate the rhythm of her steps.  Two rapid, a pause, one step, a longer pause, three slow steps followed by a quick forth, and then another pause.  The Boss had taught her that sapient races (and many animals) could instinctively recognize set patterns and the sounds of erratic steps are easily dismissed.  She was also careful to step straight down, using the whole of the flat of her foot.  Contrary to popular belief, the Boss had told her, going about on tiptoes just makes you louder; something about all your weight being pressed into small points.

	She smiled at the memory.  No matter how good she was, she’d never be able to surpass the Boss’s natural affinity for sneaking.  Small in stature and possessed of big feet, the diminutive halfling could do this stuff without even thinking about it.

	After a few more randomized steps, she froze, pointed ears twitching.  The Boss may be built for stealth, but only a full-blooded elf could hope to surpass Kiriana’s hearing.  Someone was coming up the stairs.

	The thief ducked into an open door and peered out, catching a glimpse of a very hairy and very drunk man wobbling to a room with a serving wench in each arm.  It took him a moment to unlock the door and Kiriana stifled an urge to huff in annoyance.  Soon they were inside and making a lot of noise.

	Despite the added cover their cavorting provided, Kiriana resumed her awkward gait as silently as possible.  She couldn’t help but pause for a second as she passed their door, listening in as one of the girls complained about a “wrong hole.”  She had to put a hand to her lips to avoid giggling aloud.

	As it so happened, their room was next to her target.  He footfalls took her to the door and, after waiting a second to listen for occupants, she whipped out a fine bladed dagger and lockpick.  The simple lock was child’s play, even for an amateur.  Kiriana was hardly an amateur.

	After oiling the hinges she eased the door open and slid inside, closing it noiselessly behind her.  Without pause, she took a candle and match from a pack at her hip and gave herself some light.  A brisk search of the room revealed it to be unoccupied, though her ears had already told her this.  Her second sweep was more detailed.  She was here for a reason, and that reason was a safe.

	She found it behind the false door of a heavy oaken desk.  In all honesty it wasn’t very well hidden, the wooden panels cutting down on the leg room while adding no apparent storage space just screamed shoddy craftsmanship.  Not surprising, considering how cheap the tavern was supposed to be..

	Kiriana crouched low and used her dagger to pry open the obscured latch, revealing the cast iron lockbox behind.  Though the safe itself was rather simple, the tavern’s proprietors had evidently decided to invest more heavily in the lock.  Removing a pick from her pouch, she gently eased it into the keyhole.  The minute, scraping click sounded like a full suit of plate male crashing down a stairwell to her vaguely pointed ears.  She frowned and poured a dollop of oil into the mechanism.  The Boss would probably laugh at her for forgetting such an important step.

	A heavy thud from the other room knocked the concentration out of her.  Several more bangs accompanied by voiced panting heavily told her the trio next door were still engrossed in their games.  Two of the voices were clearly louder than the other and Kiriana couldn’t help but try and imagine what position they were using.

	She shook the thought from her head and went back to work.  Lock picking requires delicate hand and each time she was called upon to practice the art (as the Boss called it) she said a quick prayer in thanks for the elvish blood her mother had given her.  Sure, her father had been an excellent bowman, or so she had been told, but considering she never even met the guy it was hard to credit anything positive about herself to him.

	Her hands froze as another set of feet carried a sluggish body past her door.  The noise passed and she let out a breath.  Distantly she realized she had been holding it in since she had started in on the safe.  She shrugged and went back to work.

	The seconds turned to minutes and those too started to creep towards the half hour mark. She was growing increasingly frustrated.  The lock seemed to get more complex as she dug deeper into it with her tools.  What she has first considered a piece of above-average workmanship was proving to be a real masterpiece of confounding mechanisms and delicate instruments.  Each time she made headway there would be a soft click, almost too delicate to hear, and the whole damned contraption would reset.

	“How the hells is that even possible,” she muttered, punching the door in frustration.

	She stopped.

	She hit the door again, listening hard.

	She revered her grip on the dagger and tapped it against the metal.

	“I don’t believe it.”  Kiriana peered into the gloom and scanned the edge of the metal where it nearly touched the oak.  ‘You’ve got to be kidding me.”

	Digging two pronged pieces of metal from her pouch, she eased their hooks between the iron and wood and pulled back hard.  The thin sheet of metal popped off with ease and she scrambled to catch it before it hit the ground, dropping her miniature pry bars in the process.  Wincing at the noise, she looked back at the safe and felt her mouth fall open.

	Kiriana shielded her eye from a sudden glare and she gently placed the false cover on the ground, rubbing her fingers along the exposed surface.

	Two thoughts flashed through her mind at nearly the exact same moment, both of which sent it reeling with confusion.  The first was, “Glare?” The second was, “Mithril?”  Both thoughts tried to push through the doorway of her mind at once, but it was the second that passed through her lips.

	“Not quite,” piped a cheery little voice from across the room.

	Kiriana’s eyes shot in that direction and winced again at a beam of light pouring in from the room next door through a hole barely bigger than her knuckle.  It disappeared in a dull squeak, all but drowned out by the increasingly loud activates next door.

	After a second her eyes adjusted to the dark of the room again and she was just barely able to make out a diminutive figure sitting on the bed.  Palming her dagger, she rose to a fighting crouch as quickly as she could manage, willing the tingle in her legs not to slow her down.

	Before she could act further, the figure on the bed flicked its fingers and lit a match, using it to light a nearby convenient lantern.

	“It’s no real mithril, ‘course,” said the figure and Kiriana’s hands groped at her eyes trying to blot out the sudden blinding light.  “Too expensive, see?  Far cheaper t’pay a half-competent mag’cian to make somethin’ look like t’real deal.”  The voice was feminine and infuriatingly chipper.  “Half t’poor buggers simply give up at that point and t’other half try to steal t’whole bloody safe!  Makes ‘em easy to catch, innit?”

	Kiriana knew that voice.

	“Boss?”

	“Eeyup?”

	“What the hells are you doing here?”

	“You’re on test, remember?”  In the increased light, Kiriana could see her Boss clearly.  Her petite figure fit with the name of her race, she was almost exactly half Kiriana’s height.  With the way she was tilting her head and staring at the still crouching thief, the very picture of innocent amusement, one could easily mistake her for a human child.

	“No, I mean how did you get in here?”  Kiriana glared into her overly large green eyes, daring her to keep up the act.

	“Here the whole time, girly.”  The Boss’s smiled at her, for all the world oblivious to the challenge.

	Kiriana tried to keep up her glare, but the absurdity of it all, and the ache in trying to maintain her crouch, cut all the tension from the room and she back onto the floor laughing.

	“The whole time?”  She thought back to her seemingly thorough sweep of the room and imagined the halfing behind her the whole time, stifling giggles.  It never ceased to amaze her just how damn good the Boss was at all this.  “And the safe?”

	“No way t’get in,” said the little figure happily.  “Not f’you, anyway. I could do it.”

	“Of course…”

	“I just wanted t’see how long it would take f’you t’figure it out.”

	“Did I pass?”

	“Nope!”  She made a fist and stuck her thumb up, beaming at her apprentice.

	“Well then.”

	“Yep.”

	“Umm, what happens now, Boss?”

	“First of all, y’don’t need t’call me Boss all the time. No one else does. I likes t’keep things… informal.”

	“Well, I can’t just call you Shelly,” said Kiriana.

	“Why not, it’s my name, innit?”  The noised from the adjacent room were getting louder again and the Halfling hopped up and around, placing an ear to the wall.  “Oh, things are getting’ good over there!”

	“It just feels strange to call you by your name…”  Kiriana watched as her boss pulled a cork from a knot in the wood and put her eye to the hole.  She flushed, realizing now where the light had come from and that the highest ranked member of the city’s Thieves Guild had been watching a drunk man have sex with two whores while she was trying to open a safe.

	“Just look at t’cock on that one!”

	“What happens now,” Kiriana repeated, ignoring what Shelly had said and trying to change the topic.

	“What?”  The Halfling’s auburn hair bounced a little as her head turned back around, a slight grimace marring her features at being discouraged in her play.  Then the smile returned.  “Oh, right!”  She hopped to the ground and stood in front of the prone Kiriana, urging her to her feet.

	“Since you got caught in the act,” she began, “now you have to go to jail.”

	“Jail.”  She didn’t know what the Boss was playing at, but it didn’t bode well.

	“Eeyup, jail is where naughty thieves go when they get caught.”

	“I don’t want to go to jail.”

	“Who does?” asked the Halfling.  “But how are you going to get out of it?”

	Then it clicked, this was another test, or some sort of training.  No matter how good a thief was, chances are they’d get caught sooner or later.  The Boss had sent her on this difficult yet pointless mission just to spring this on her, to get her as flat-footed as she would be if it happened for real.

	“Well, uh…”  Kiriana looked down the smiling face.  “So you’re a guard?”

	“Eeyup.”

	“Well then, I’m just going to-” With a burst of speed she sprang backwards, heading for the door.  Her fist lesson had been, “When in doubt, RUN!” and she put action to word now.

	Half a step later she was on her face and Shelly was straddling the back of her head.  In a bit of a daze, she realized the Halfling had kicked out and clipped her foot as she turned, causing her to fall.

	“Not gonna work, criminal scumbag!”  A small hand gathered up some of Kiriana’s hair and pulled
painfully.  “You’re getting’ twenty years f’this!”

	“Wait, I-I’m innoc- OWW!” she cried as her hair got pulled again.

	“None o’ that tripe, thief.  I caughts ya red handed!”

	Kiriana struggled in vain to throw off her tiny assailant for a few moments, then gave up, breathless.

	“I-I can pay,” she whispered.

	“What’s this? Trying t’bribe a city official?!” Shelly leaned down close to her ear.  “Y’know what we do t’bribers in these parts?  Throw ‘em in the river, tied up inna sack with a rapid dog!”

	“Please, no!”  The Boss was getting far too involved with this for Kiriana’s liking.  Her nose hurt where it hit the floor and the hair pulling was doing nothing for her headache.  “I’ll do anything, just don’t hurt me!”

	Shelly was still for a moment, but tensed up a second before Kiriana could try tossing her off again.

	“Anythin’ you say?”

	“Err…”

	Shelly yanked at her hair again.

	“Yes! Yes! Anything!”

	“Neat!” cried the Halfling, all but a child again.  She leapt to her feet and ran to the door.  “Wait here a tick, kay?”  Without a waiting for an answer she threw open the door and darted down the hallway, leaving a bewildered Kiriana struggling to her knees.

	She could hear several raised voices and some crashing sounds from the first floor, and moments later Shelly was back in the threshold, panting slightly.  A tattered old blanket, almost twice her length, was tied around her neck like a cloak.  Upon her head rested a black iron kettle that she had to keep forcing back up over her eyes.  She tapped one hand with the long wooden ladle held in the other.

	“T’prisoner will get up,” she said in a mock authoritative voice, clearly trying to sound manly.  “Now!” she yelped when Kiriana failed to react.  The half-elf was apparently still too slow for the ‘guard’s’ liking, so Shelly wacked her rear with the spoon a few times.

	“Ow,” she complained.

	“Oi! None of t’sass, criminal!”

	Kiriana rose to her full height and stood stock still, waiting to see what was going to happen.  Shelly circled her slowly, giving her light whacks here and there when she slackened.

	“And jus’ what issit you think you can do t’make me let y’off?” she said, looking up at her captive.

	“Umm…”

	“Wait wait wait,” said Shelly, breaking character and rubbing her chin in thought.  “Somethin’ ain’t right here…”  She looked around the room.  “Oh, that’s it!”

	She scrambled over to the desk and pulled herself up, waving away Kiriana as she tried to help.  The furniture’s uneven legs caused her to wobble a little, but after a few seconds he managed to stabilize.  Shelly crooked a finger at Kiriana and pointed at the floor in front of her.  Dutifully, the apprentice thief took her allotted place.

	“And jus’ what issit you think you can do t’make me let y’off?” the Halfling repeated, tapping the spoon against her hand again.

	Now it was Kiriana that had to look up, if only a little.

	“Well, sir-“

	“That’s MISTER sir t’you, criminal!”

	“Uh… right. Mister Sir; do you, uh… have anything in mind.”

	Shelly broke out into a wicked grin that sent shivers down Kiriana’s spine.  She reached out and twirled a lock of the half-elf’s hair.

	“Well well, pretty think like you?” she crooned, still trying to maintain a masculine voice.  “Yeah, I can think of a few things.”

	“L-like what?”

	Still smiling, Shelly tapped her spoon against her belt buckled.  Kiriana’s gaze followed the motion and her breath caught.  There was a clearly defined bulge at the Halfling’s groin.

	“Boss?! What the hells?!”  She tried to back away but Shelly grabbed at her hair and gave her a whack on the noggin with the spoon.

	“Less talkin’ more suckin’!” she ordered, pulling the protesting Kiriana closer and pressing her face against it.  She quickly shoved the spoon handle into her mouth and used the newly freed hand to undo her buckle.

	Kiriana looked up, a desperate plea in her eyes.  Shelly simply licked her lips and smiled.

	The half-elf closed her eyes as she heard the smaller woman’s belt and trousers hit the desktop.  She felt something hard yet smooth pressed painfully against her face and pocking her in the nose.  It was cool to the touch and she felt like she would gag on the unwashed smell of… polish?

	Gingerly, she opened her eyes.  The Boss let her inch her head back enough to see the offending object, an expertly whittled shaft of wood carved into the shape of an engorged penis, affixed by straps to Shelly’s groin.  At first it seemed absolutely massive, but it was only an illusion caused by the wearer’s size.  In truth, it was merely large.

	“Oh, thank the gods-“

	“Leth toking,” Shelly repeated, rocking forward with her hips.  “Mo thucking!”  The wooden member jarred into Kiriana’s mouth and she jerked her head back, slapping a hand to her mouth.

	“Ow, my tooth!”

	The spoon dropped from Shelly’s mouth and she clapped her hands against each side of her face.  She used her thumbs to force open Kiriana’s mouth.

	“You’re fine, hun.  No chippin’.”  She watched Kiriana work her jaw with her tongue for a few seconds.  “Girly, are you even serious ‘bout this?”

	“Huh?”

	“I’m tryin’ to help y’here, y’know?”  She brushed a lock of hair from Kiriana’s eyes and smiled comfortingly.  “Y’need to learn this stuff.  Saved my tush a few times, f’sure.”

	Kiriana swallowed nervously as she looked up into Shelly’s eyes.  Though she was scared and her knees weak, she couldn’t help but smile.  The Boss was standing on a desk, trousers down, with a false member strapped to her groin.  Hells bellow, she was even stroking the damn thing.  The movement caught the half-elf’s attention and she noticed that the other end of the shaft was buried between Shelly’s labia; a thin trickle of moisture was running down her leg.

	She thought back to their first meeting, years before.  The miniature thief had been trying to filch some of her mother’s jewelry, low quality cuts to be honest, but handsome enough in themselves.  Kiriana caught her admiring her reflection in the mirror and had pounced on her before she could leap for the window.  Shelly had kicked her in the face and gotten loose in an instant, but the young elf-girl, actually twice Shelly’s age, had impressed her.  It had been years since someone had come so close to actually getting their hands on her.

	Over the next few months she had returned, stealing knick knacks, leaving others.  Sometimes Kiriana would spot her, other times she wouldn’t.  Sometimes Shelly would let herself be seen, only to disappear before she could pursue.  It was not a game without risks for her, Kiriana had simply to tell her mother and the elves would have had little difficulty catching the thief once they knew about her.  But she never told a soul.

	Eventually Shelly had made an offer and Kiriana accepted, never looking back.  Well, once or twice, but never seriously.

	“I'm sure,” she said.

	Shelly smiled even wider than before.  “Goody.”  She leapt to the floor, still somehow managing not to make noise doing so, and hopped over to the bed, discarding the fake robe and helmet on the way.  “Get over here an’ lose t’britches.”  Sitting on the bed, she patted the space next to her and waited like an exited puppy.

	Slowly, Kiriana edged towards her.  As she shuffled closer she fiddled with her own belt buckle, at a loss to where her dexterity had gone.  Finally managing to undo the latch, she tripped as her trousers caught on her knees and she fell face first on the bed, cracking a knee against the sideboard.

	Before she could raise herself a small hand smacked against her rear and started ease aside her undergarments.

	“Eager an’ wearing silks, girly?  Almost like y’were expectin’ this.”

	Kiriana reddened and buried her face in the (surprisingly clean) sheets.  She gave a little yelp, feeling Shelly pulling her legs up onto the mattress.  Those small hands pressed down into the small of her back when she tried again to rise.

	“Nope, I like y’like this,” she said, slapping a hand against the larger woman’s buttock.  She eased her little fingers underneath Kiriana’s silks and tugged the underclothes down her legs.  The half-elf expected her to toss them aside, but instead she shoved the bunched up cloth into her face and inhaled deeply through her nose.

	“Wha-“ Kiriana began.

	“Not a word outta y’criminal,” said Shelly, lapsing back into the horrible guard-voice.  “You’re in enough trouble without tryin’ for resistin’ arrest.”  She cut off a nascent protest with another, harder smack to Kiriana’s rear and pulled a leather strap out from some hidden pocket.

	Forcing her taller pupil to place her hands together, she lashed them to the headboard.
	Face down and bound, Kiriana felt helpless as the Halfling woman eased aside her buttocks and took a long gander between her legs.

	“Hairier than an elf’s got rights to be,” she commented.

	“Hey!”  Kiriana half turned, the leather cords biting painfully into her wrists.  “I’m half human!  And there’s barely any down the-“

	Shelly tweaked the exposed tuft of smooth hairs and Kiriana yelled, more from surprise than pain.

	“There’s enough, though.”  She gave it a few more playful tugs, then pulled Kiri’s leg up so the calf was hanging over her shoulder and the bound halfbreed was lying on her side.  “I’m no really in t’mood t’wait,” she said conversationally as she produced a small flask.  “I’m jus’ gonna lube y’up with this, alright?”

	She poured a measure of scented oil down Kiri’s vertical leg and watched her flinch and twist as the line of goo worked its way down to her sex.  Just as it touched her lips she squeaked and Shelly began to message the oil into the turgid flesh, smiling each time Kiriana clenched down involuntarily.

	A droplet of drool fell from her chin and she wiped it away, smearing some of the oil against her cheek.  She licked her lips and the familiar taste sent shivers down her body.  Struggling to contain her own excitement, she started to flick the tip of her wooden penis side to side between Kiriana’s lower lips.  It took all her willpower to keep from rocking her hips forward all at once; each twist of her wrist was wriggling the member inside of her, sending little sparks up her spine and through to her fingertips.
	“W-wait, you need to kn-“

	Grunting in annoyance, Shelly snatched up the discarded silken smallclothes and leaned forward, shoving them in a ball into the half-elf’s mouth.

	“No talkin’ when I’m fuckin’,” she said.

	Pausing only to savor the pleading in her student’s eyes, she leg go her inhibitions and rocked forward full thrust.  She let out a cry of joy as her flesh slapped against Kiri’s, who’s own muffled shout and body-wide spasms sent Shelly mad with excitement.

	The feel of Kiriana’s leg muscles flexing and relaxing rapidly beneath her hands was intoxicating; she could swear she felt the half-elf’s pulse quickening.  Easing back out of Kiri, she slammed forward again without pause.  Then again.  And again.  Her petite hips were well used to strenuous activity and she made full use of her stamina, rocking back and forth faster than anyone with a larger body could have managed.

	Each slap of flesh on flesh was accompanied almost instantly by another.  Soon the heat of the exchange was suffocating her and she pulled and ripped at her tunic, tearing her breasts free.  Though small by human standards, they were shapely and fit perfectly into her hand.

	Kneading into her breast, she pinched down on the nipple each time she rocked into her student.  Her grip on Kiriana’s leg began to loosen as it became slick with sweat.  The heat between her legs felt like a furnace, yet she could feel thick strands of their mixed juices pulling between them each time she pulled back.

	Releasing her breast she pulled tight against the leg with both hands, grinding down with her groin and shorter, jerky movements even faster than before.

	Between her own heaving breaths and the noisy slaps echoing across the room, she lost track of Kiriana’s stifled cries.  She opened an eye and found her looking back, tears streaking down her elegant features, but eyes open wide and burning hot.

	Needing no further invitation, she redoubled her efforts, pumping into the larger woman so fast she started to feel light headed and her legs were burning.

	The length of wooden shaft between her own labia was twisted upwards and ended in a small bulb, a bulb perfectly positioned at just the right spot…

	Shelly felt the woman bellow her quiver like never before and the vibrations sent shivers straight up into her stomach.  With a cry of, “Oh FUCK!” she grounds forward as hard as she could and twisted side to side, too overcome to even pull back any more.  A light filled her head and she fell backwards, trembling.
	Her head thudded against the nightstand and she was almost too sluggish to catch the falling lamp.  Sighing in annoyance, she twisted the knob and killed the light.  Shaking, she replaced the damned thing and crawled back to Kiriana.

	“You doin’ good there, girly?”

	“Mmm hmm,” came the reply.

	“Oh, right.”  Shelly reached up and pulled at the leather bounds, freeing the half-elf’s hands.  She, in turn, pulled the silk from her mouth.

	They laid there together for several long minutes, both absently noting that the sound from beyond the wall had ceased as well.

	“That...” said Kiriana.  “That was… intense.”

	“Eeyup,” said Shelly proudly.

	Kiri shuffled for a second as she pulled her tunic over her head.  “The Guild owns this place, right?”

	Shelly nodded in the dark, letting the motion carry across to the half-elf’s exposed chest to answer her

	“So we have this place all night?”

	She nodded again.

	“Good, I don’t think I could walk out of here.”

	Shelly chuckled and they both eased beneath the sheets, the Halfling too discarding the rest of her clothes.

	“Don’ y’think you’re off t’hook yet, girly,” she said, leaning forward and planting a light kiss on her lips.

	“Please, I’m so tired.”

	“We’re just getting’ started.”  Shelly pulled her head under the sheet and planted a kiss on Kiri’s neck, and another at her collar bone.  She worked her way down slowly, licking here, kissing there, nibbling at a teet or cupping a breast and suckling like a baby.  As she worked her way lower, the scent of Kiriana’s sex, magnified by the enclosed space under the covers, filled her nostrils and she felt herself twitch in response.

	Bypassing her pupil’s sex, she drew her tongue across the half-elf’s inner thigh, starting at the knee and moving back upwards.  She paused briefly, trying to place a strangely familiar taste that hinted in her mouth.  Shrugging, she moved to the other leg and repeated the process.

	Years of experience, both with herself and other women, had taught her that feminine pleasure was as much about anticipation as it was actual contact.  Still, the element of surprise was always a potent aphrodisiac, so she shoved her head between Kiriana’s legs and shoved her little tongue past her lips and as deep into her flesh as she could.

	Her mouth was instantly filled with an overwhelming taste of salty copper and she reeled backwards, tearing the sheet from their bodies and almost falling off the bed.

	“T’hells?”

	Kiri said nothing as the Halfling eased back between her long legs and gently drew a finger across her sex.  Sitting up in the bed, Shelly put her hand in front of her face and she stared at the finger, trying to gage the color in the lightless room.

	Giving up, licked the finger clean.

	“Blood,” she said.

	“Blood.”

	Shelly placed a hand on Kiriana’s hip and asked in a gentle voice, “Kiri, honey, is this you’re bleedin’ time?”

	But she knew the answer to that.  She had seen Kiriana in the light before they began, it was pristine and perfect.

	“Oh,” she said.  “Oh, gods.  Oh, gods, Kiri.”  She started to tremble with guilt and regret.  “Kiri… Oh, gods, Kiri, I’m sorry. I’m so sorr-”  Shelly felt the half-elf stir and trembled as her long arms pulled the Halfling closer.

	Limp, she let her pupil pull her up into a hug.

	Kiriana kissed her hard and deep on the lips.

	“It’s okay.”