Fan Fiction ❯ Entanglement ❯ Entangled ( One-Shot )

Disclaimer: I do not own Thief or Thief 2. It and the characters used are owned by their respective creators and companies.

Author's Notes: This was a quasi-challenge from Psi. It was to involve vines, Viktoria and Garrett. And smut. So I hope this satisfies. Happy birthday, Psi.

Entanglement

By: Elf

The forest always seemed as if a thick, green mist enveloped it. It was more than the green of the heavy canopy above his head or the soft, velvety moss that crept up the thick tree trunks. The whole place was a living, breathing thing capable of great violence underneath its sleepy green guise.

A phantom pain stabbed at the now filled eye socket. The new eye wasn't alive. It was mechanical, better than the old living eye before it. However, this place sensed that it wasn't real and wanted to attack it. Rip it out again.

Garrett clutched his sword.

He wouldn't have enough time to bring aim or fire an arrow here. So he depended on the blade. Even though it wasn't his weapon of choice. The longbow was nestled within the thick folds of his cloak, resting right along side the quiver of arrows.

The Keepers had always found his natural affinity for the longbow a bit strange. They preferred the shorter bows themselves. They did let their foundling child, their "Savior", practice with the elegant weapon though as well as teaching him the art of stealth.

He smirked as he remembered their shock to learn that he had become a thief and used the skills they taught him in a very dishonest manner.

Not the way of some chosen savior.

Garrett continued walking down the careworn path. Around him flitted tiny flashes of golden light, another reminder that this place was filled with magic. As always, he felt as if someone was watching him. Thousands of eyes peering at him through the thick foliage, and it wasn't paranoia or illusion. He knew for a fact that he was being watched.

"You could have given me a better welcome, Viktoria," he snorted to himself as he came upon the rotting corpse of a dead Mechanist. There was dried blood splattered all over the poor bastard's tunic and bugs were already starting to feast on his slack, waxy flesh. Garrett snorted at the body and continued to walk.

"Serves you right, you poor stupid bastard," the thief informs the corpse.

The Mechanists were a serious problem. Father Karras, the Mechanists' insane leader, wanted him dead. Wanted everyone dead. Which, in Garrett's mind, was a pretty big problem. One that he didn't want to deal with, until the good father decided to try to kill him personally.

That and Karras's obsession with him was rather disturbing. There was something wrong with how the old man looked at Garrett. Something that the thief couldn't put his finger on, but he sure as hell didn't like it.

Garrett continued to walk. Viktoria was late. He rolled his eyes and waited.

"Come on, Viktoria, I don't have all day," he groused to himself as he began to tap his foot impatiently. There was a nice silver challis in one of the Hammerite Captain's homes with his name on it. It had huge golden-green peridots set in it and would be worth a bloody fortune. He figured it would be a quick job. He'd knock out a guard, slip in, grab the challis, knock out that guard again, and slip out with something that would keep him fed and in arrows for a few months.

As he tapped his foot, he felt something lightly touch his ankle. A normal person wouldn't have even noticed it. Garrett though had spent years honing his awareness to the point of hypersensitivity. Especially developed was his sense of touch so he could feel changes in wind current or the breath of someone sneaking up behind him.

It made it awfully easy to carefully pick up that pretty silver and peridot challis without setting off any alarms.

He looked down at his ankle. There was a moss-covered root touching his ankle. One that hadn't been there before.

"Taffing hell," Garrett groused as he snatched his ankle away.

Or, rather, tried to.

The root wrapped around his ankle and kept him firmly planted there. Another ripped from the ground and twined around his other ankle. He swung his sword down at the roots to cut them off. Vines whipped down from the trees above his head and wrapped around his wrist. They pulled taught, pinning him helplessly.

Panic started to well up in the thief.

He remembered seeing Viktoria's nude body turn from creamy soft flesh to hard, green bark. She chanted Woodsy at him as the Woodsy Lord swore to bring upon the apocalypse. Then the blinding pain in his eye when she ripped it out.

He had been similarly bound when that happened.

"Viktoria!" he screamed as he began to struggle in the plant bondage.

He noticed, unlike the last time, the roots and vines were gentle. There was enough pressure to hold him captive without hurting him. He could move to a degree and the vines and roots were covered with that velvety damp moss.

The soft moss actually felt rather pleasant against his bare wrists. It was soft and slightly damp. Its texture reminded him of velvet pillows that rich morons sometimes placed fine jewels upon. Except the moss was slightly crumbly against his skin, earthen and fragile yet it held him with ease.

There had been no soft moss the first time this had happened to him.

He wondered what the hell Viktoria was playing at.

Heavy, twining limbs spun up from the ground and spiraled around him. They never touched him, but they were all around him. He could feel the air pressure through his clothing. Sharp thorns sprang out from the limbs, spearing his clothing and never touching him.

He gave a sharp cry as the limbs went spinning back into the ground and his clothing was effectively torn from his body. The heavy tunic and his leggings were gone. All that was left was his cloak and his boots. A sudden breeze caressed his slim, muscular form and he shuddered.

"Hello, Garrett," that familiar, purring voice said to him.

Garrett felt a shiver run up and down his spine, one that had nothing to do with the breeze, as Viktoria was lowered on vines and branches to the ground from one of the massive sycamores. She tossed her curly dark hair as she approached. Emerald green eyes set into her strangely beautiful bark skin flickered over his naked form.

Garrett felt an unfamiliar rush of heat color his cheeks as he looked down at her.

"What the taff is going on? What taffing game are you playing at, Viktoria?" Garrett snarled as he struggled, "You tie me up and take off my clothing. This is weird, even for you."

Viktoria continued to look at his slim, lithe form. She placed a hand on her curvy hip as she slowly saundered to him. Garrett glared down at her as she reached up her other hand to lightly run it down his chest.

He tried to arch his body away from that teasing caress, but he couldn't.

His breath quickened as she ran her hand lower. She rested it on his stomach, lightly toying with the line of dark hair that lead from his navel to thicken and spread over his groin. He felt his heart racing as she followed the line of hair down. His body tensed as he tried to deny the feather soft caresses and what they were doing to him.

He groaned when she wrapped her hand around him.

His body reacted to the slight touch instantly. He felt as if he was on fire as he hardened and lengthened within Viktoria's hand. He closed his eyes and bit off the sudden moan as Viktoria lightly pumped her hand over his length.

This was all too new. All too fast and all too unfamiliar to the thief.

He knew nothing about physical relationships. He had seen erotic etchings in some of the Keepers books, but they had confused him. He saw sex as a weakness, but yet . . .

Warm breath tickling his ear. The hand stopped its bold explorations, leaving him with a surprising burning ache. He opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Viktoria.

He stared into yellow-green eyes, like those peridots in that challis he wanted to steal.

Her face was softer, rounder now. Her skin was now that, soft, supple and pale human flesh. Her thick black hair tumbled down her nude body in a riot of thick curls that framed the perfect curves instead of hiding it.

Like the Pagan Goddess she was, she laughed, throwing back her magnificent head to give Garrett a perfect view of those high, round breasts tipped with their reddish bronze nipples. He swallowed as he looked down at the rest of her, the curve of her hips and the long, lithe lines of her shapely legs. He had seen her nude numerous times when she took on the form of the Earth and thought her absently beautiful, but in the form of a woman . . .

He shifted uncomfortably in the vines. He was confused and aching. Her silken hand caressed the burning length of where his need seemed to pool for satisfaction.

He hissed and found himself thrusting his hips in time to those teasing, feathery touches again.

"Garrett, it seems that I have you in a very vulnerable position," Viktoria quipped with a proud smirk as she removed her hand from him.

Garrett glared at her and hissed, "Get on with whatever you're going to do. It's not like I can go anywhere."

"That's right, I have you helpless and at my will . . . Now, this could be interesting," Viktoria mused as she sank to her knees.

Garrett growled, "Just get on with it . . . I have other places to . . ."

He cried out when the vines released his hands and the roots at his ankles pulled him down to the ground. More roots wrapped themselves around his wrist and pinned him to the ground. He looked up from where he lay at Viktoria. She was grinning at him. Those jewel bright eyes hungrily flickering over his body again.

"I told you that the Earth keeps her promises. She also offers pleasure, Garrett, if you allow to give yourself up to it," Viktoria murmured as she stretched her supple body next to his. She propped herself up on her arms so that her faces were inches away from his.

He didn't really know what to think or do. He just wanted her to start touching him again. To finish what she started. As it was, it felt as if his body was going to suddenly catch on fire. He looked up into her peridot eyes and scowled.

Garrett snapped, "Well, I may not be interested in her . . ."

She silenced him by pressing her lips against his. He lay motionless as her soft, warm lips caressed against his. It was nice, but not what he wanted. He wanted her hand back on his aching hardness to make it stop hurting. And it felt good too.

As she continued to kiss him, he realized that it felt good too. If he cooperated then she would touch him again. Then she flickered her tongue in his mouth.

Now that was odd . . .

Odd, but wet and nice.

He found himself returning the favor by brushing his tongue against hers. That sent a wave of pure warmth through his body. He pressed his lips and mouth onto hers harder. It felt really good to kiss her like this.

He felt her cover his body with hers.

That made him moan.

She was so warm, silky, and soft. Her breasts pressed against his chest most becomingly. Her hips rubbed against his thighs and . . .

He buckled when his length was surrounded by tight, wet, velvet heat.

Viktoria moaned and arched up, pushing him farther into her body.

Garrett felt her body gripping his and bit his lip. It was too much to bare. He needed something. He had to have it. Release . . . Pleasure like he never felt, but he had to complete the process.

He thrust into Viktoria and she cried out.

She placed his hands on his chest and slid up his body before thrusting back down. He threw his head back and moaned as she began to ride him. She was going at a slow, torturous pace with her body gripping and sliding against him with each movement.

Yet it wasn't enough.

He met her thrust for thrust as he felt his body spiral up to some place, to some higher point. He felt as taunt as a bow string about to fire. No, taunter. His body shook with the violent need of the act.

Viktoria started riding him faster and harder. He cried out at this. He was trembling and the world seemed not to exist anymore. Just this blinding pleasure, the tight warmth surrounding him, and the fact he felt as if he was going to shatter into a million pieces.

Suddenly, Viktoria's sharp cry filled the forest and echoed among the trees. Her body contrasted even more tightly around him, milking him for all he was worth. She stilled on top of him, her body trembling as it continued to throb, pulse, and grip him.

He thrust his hips harder, groaning as he did.

With that, the world seemed to disintegrate.

The bow string fired its arrow after being drawn for so long.

Garrett growled as he spilled his essence into Viktoria's body. Warm pleasure pooled up around him and settled in the center of his being. He fell back to the ground, completely lax and satisfied.

It was a nice feeling. It was like escaping from a bunch of guards with a particularly nice jewel. Except somehow even more satisfying.

He looked up at Viktoria who stood from his body. The vines and roots released him. He automatically reached up for her curvy form. He had the odd urge to hold her and kiss her until he fell asleep.

Garrett smirked as he said, "Well, you were right about the pleasure part."

Viktoria tossed her hair from her sweat dampened face. Garrett realized his body had sweat dripping off of it as well. He felt rather warm and nice too.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. Now, if you excuse me I'm going to gather information about Father Karras to stop him," Viktoria replied absently as she began to turn from him.

Garrett blinked and asked, "Why are you leaving? I thought . . ."

"You thought what, Garrett?" she replied as she turned emerald eyes toward him again. Her body rippled and transformed from soft, pliant flesh into hard, graceful bark. Garrett frowned as he watched her.

He answered, "Well, I don't think you should leave after that . . ."

Viktoria's laughter echoed through the woods. It mocked him and he bristled as he folded his cape to cover himself. He suddenly had the urge to take a bath. And he felt sticky too.

"Oh, Garrett . . ." Viktoria chuckled as she turned off into the woods. Within moments, she had disappeared into the forest.

Garrett wrapped his cloak around him and grumbled, "Taffing bitch . . ."

He sighed. Well, at least he could head back into town now. Besides, there was a challis back there and under lax guard. It was practically begging him to steal it.

He just planned on selling it rather quickly this time.

Those gems looked too much like Viktoria's eyes.

The End