Beauty and Storm

Damien slowly peered through the last of the bushes, something that was the only wall between him and whatever exotic item that was across him.

His eyes had a rare glint of thirst on them. Something that only happens when his mood is elevated by the gracious gifts of the creator.

He halved the shrubs just enough to let his eyes savor whatever that was bathing.

!!!!

He saw her.

'Thank god! It's a she! And a wild beauty at that!' He sighed in relief

Skin dipping on the river like no care in the world.

'Mhmm, Brave and beautiful!'

Facing the opposite direction she gently dipped a bit and stood up.

Her long black hair glistened under the light of the sun. She had a scar on her lower back, from a blade, it seems.

Her slender shoulders and waist were not able to hide her big bazookas, as they were peeking from both sides.

Bewitching him to just pounce on her and take them inside his mouth.

His baby dragon had completed its transformation and became a roaring dragon, ready to consume whatever it desires.

The cage that was chaining him there was holding on to its dear life.

He decided to tame him here, with his own hands like he used to do back on Earth. Obviously, because of abstinence and not particularly because he felt something was off about the wild beauty.

But before he could even free his dragon, something suddenly happened!

!!!

She turned!

'Holy Molly! That is really some bazookas!'

Her peerless body was like a jade queen. Her Big busts yanked up and down as she slowly walked ashore. It looks firm and really soft to hold. She had the perfect body that are no match for the beauties from the Earth. She was simply that gorgeous.

'Who is she? Women with that level of beauty are someone who is important to the story. But who is she?'

Damien didn't waste his time finding some useless information and continued to enjoy the divine scenery.

The moment she turned and walked to the shores, something inside him stirred awake.

Nop! It's not his dragon, it was already awake.

Something primal. Something deep and elemental.

He wanted to taste it. Hold it. Squeeze it. Nibble on it.

Overall, he wanted to make her his!

And in the midst of all the turmoil's happening in his mind, he finally accepted it;

He is indeed a boob man!

"Where is him?! He can't be that far away! Quickly find him!"

His concentration was broken due to someone shouting from behind him.

'What the hell! Can't they just be quiet? I'm trying to focus here.' He cursed the voice under his breath.

By the time, he looked back at the divine goddess, she was already tightening her pants.

'Oh C'mon!' His face contracted in anger and disappointment. After all, there was a certain beauty in watching a girl wearing her clothes.

The way she bends down to pick up her shirt. The way she put it on. The way she tightens her buttons. Swaying her hair left and right due to the motion.

The way her shirt tightens around her boobs, blooming its grace to a whole new level.

But he missed it here. She was a quick Panther.

After tightening her pants she put on the vest over her shirt, lacing it in perfection.

Then she took something long and sharp with a hilt from the ground.

!!!!

'A sword?! Phew~ Glad I followed my gut feeling.' He wiped the few drops of sweat from his forehead.

The girl let her hair hang loosely over her back. The strange thing is that there was no water trickling from her body, which is a must when someone washes. In fact, her hair which was wet a second ago was now completely dry.

'Magic!' He was sure she was a mage. 'A magic swordsman! Who in the world is that…?'

At the same moment, he heard the same annoying voice that broke his concentration.

"We've captured the wagons and the people in it. One of them escaped and we were not able to find the young master at all." He approached the girl and kneeled, not daring to look at her blue eyes. His voice was shaking with fear.

"Oh? He is missing?! Well, it's not like he is going to survive here alone. Leave him. He will surely be trapped before he knows it. Take the captives to the fort. Zedkiels are no easy ones. Careful, while handling them." Her voice was deep and commanding.

"As you wish," The bulky man stood up before calling out. "Wind up! Take the captives and move to the fort!" He howled.

Damien could hear many footsteps tracing back in the general direction of the wagon.

!!!

He finally understood who she was.

Maelys, The Storm.

She was a legendary thief in the book "Nobles & Thrones." Like her name, she uses all she can to garner wealth and other valuable things, even spilling blood if necessary. She has more than a few hundred thieves under her. Some of them are even working on the society, hiding in the shadows and marking their next target. If the fish is big enough, they will act like a quick storm descending from the sky plundering and destroying all they can.

'Zedkiels! Does that mean she has captured all of them? Bloody hell!' Damien didn't dare move from his spot. He didn't even crane his neck to the sides lest tipping them off his location.

He contemplated his options.

He can intentionally get captured, maybe Maelys and him can…

The best thing to do is not to become some idiotic hero and follow them, thinking you could save the captives.

He can just wait until nightfall or even a couple of hours and after making sure they were gone, he could just go back to his estate. It's not like the captives' are more important than his life.

He nodded his head with firm determination. He was going to do it. He was going to go home!

But fate does have something against him, as all of his plans are going awry one way or another. This time it was…