Helping Hands

by Estrella

HELPING HANDS

He'd been at it for three days, three agonizing days. Each day brought Autolycus a new challenge and each day he had proven to the acolyte why he was branded with the title King of Thieves.

The priestesses of Asclepius' temple had hired the "King of Thieves" as a consultant, to protect their gold and peridot caduceus from other would be thieves. Their precious icon had been stolen from their temple three times earlier and they were determined that it wasn't going to happen again. Autolycus was quick to tell them he would be the perfect consultant for their mission. What he didn't tell them was he was responsible for the previous thefts.

"Charmed, I'm sure," he proclaimed the first day as he handed the acolyte the purloined caduceus and the spellbound cobra he had fished out of the pit that surrounded the precious icon. It had taken him several hours to entrance the snake and his muscles ached miserably as he had to hang precariously from a beam in the ceiling until the task was done.

Once the thief successfully stole the valuable caduceus, the priestesses would take the better part of the day to refine their icon's perimeter, and then Autolycus would be summoned again. In an effort to thwart the thief, they replaced the single cobra with a pit full of the venomous snakes. The vipers wove in and out of the priceless icon in solemn watch as it perched high on a pedestal.

On the second day, Autolycus was again successful in stealing the jeweled caduceus. In his latest trial, he managed to 'toast' the snakes with the new and unexpected flames that shot up from the icon's perimeter base. In his attempt, he also managed to scorch his hand.

"I think your asp is cooked," Autolycus said as he handed the acolyte a charred snake and the jeweled caduceus.

The only thing he enjoyed about his latest endeavor was the time he spent with the tiny redhead. Her quick wit and flirtatious nature was not lost on Autolycus. In coquettish play, they often talked about the phallic resemblance of the caduceus. Now, Autolycus could almost see the acolyte blush with desire when he handed her the cock-like icon.

Being overly melodramatic, Autolycus made sure the acolyte notice his scorched palm. The acolyte, whose duty is was to see to the thief's every need, immediately went to work on soothing his blistered hand.

"What is this thing Asclepius has with snakes?" Autolycus asked in curiosity as the acolyte rubbed his burned palm with an intoxicatingly fragrant balm. His dark face became flushed as he began to imagine her delicate hands caressing his all too willing body with the aromatic balm.

"Asclepius views them as a symbol of life, for all things great come from the serpent."

On the third day, the set up seemed much like the previous two days. The incinerated snakes were replaced and continued to writhe in and out of the precious icon. The oil filled jets still jutted out of the perimeter's base. Autolycus looked up to see a new prop, hanging from the ceiling of the temple like ripe fruit.

Following the plan from the day before, Autolycus took care to avoid the burning flames. He waited patiently for the last snake to descend from the caduceus and then firmly grasped the icon in his hand. As he moved it away from its base, the perimeter was flooded with a fine mist.

"Aaarrrrgggg." Autolycus shrieked and then fell to the ground. The mist burned his face and eyes. "That's pepper spray," he wailed as he rubbed his eyes. Tears streamed from them.

"It was my idea," the acolyte said, boasting with pride. She rushed to the thief's aid. "Hey, how'd you know it was pepper spray?"

Autolycus gave her a weak smile. "Let's just say, I'm familiar with the feeling," he said as he made an effort to get up. "For the love of Zeus, it burns."

"Grab my hand, Autolycus. I'll help you," the redhead apprentice said as she entwined his arm around hers. He was still shielding his eyes in pain and the tears continued to stream down his face.

She gingerly led him out of the building and toward a fountain in front of the temple. She walked him into the cascading water that fell from the upper most pool. The acolyte gently washed the thief's eyes as the water poured over both of them. "I'm so sorry, Autolycus," she said apologetically. Autolycus was no longer blind from the noxious spray, but the pain emanating from his eyes wasn't easing.

"No trouble at all." Autolycus said waving her off with his usual nonchalance. There was a sardonic timbre in his voice as he spoke.

The acolyte knew that helping Asclepius was costing Autolycus dearly, both in physical torment and in mental angst. She could see the gleam in his eyes every time he held the icon. He wanted it for himself.

Impetuously, she grabbed his face and drew his lips to hers. "Thank you," she said after her first hastily planted kiss. She followed it up with two other fast- paced kisses, each ending with an enthusiastic "Thank you!"

"What was that for?" he asked as he pulled away.

"You just made the priestesses very happy. That was for succeeding in not succeeding." She giggled.

"Yeah. I guess I didn't." Autolycus agreed.

"Autolycus, you're shivering." She said as she slowly moved her hands down his muscular arms. "Let's get you up to my room and out of those wet clothes," Her suggestion was made with the innocence of a healer's apprentice and the seduction of a beautiful woman.

The acolyte escorted Autolycus to her sparse and utilitarian room. It consisted of nothing more than a bed, a night stand and a dry sink with a bowl and pitcher on top. Next to the bowl, several towels were neatly folded.

She grabbed a towel and sensually began drying the thief's face and chest. The slow methodical rubbing was meant to get him aroused, he was sure, because he was beginning to feel the tingling in his loins grow with each successive wipe. "I can take it from here," Autolycus said as he took the towel from her delicate hands.

He was lost in thought, remembering as the infamous caduceus was dropped onto the ground when she came to his aid. Now, it laid unprotected on the floor. Autolycus thought about bringing this oversight to the acolyte's attention, but thought better of it as he considered several ways he could possess the jeweled icon. The appropriation would be difficult to do unless it was done right under the apprentice's pretty little nose, as she rarely gave Autolycus a moment to himself except to care for his most basic biological needs.

He was so busy drying his thick, dark hair and daydreaming that he did not witness the acolyte as she stepped out of her heavy, water soaked dress. Underneath, she wore a lightweight shift.

Still focusing on drying his hair, Autolycus felt the acolyte wrap her arms around his neck. His head popped up from the towel in surprise. She eagerly drew his warm lips to hers, bent on seducing the thief. Her tongue entered his mouth and was impatient to explore the hot, moist depths.

The wet, lightweight shift hugged every curve of her delicate body. By its very nature, it was tantalizingly see-through. The dark circles of her areola and the auburn ringlets of her inviting mound called to him. His dark eyes dilated in anticipation of touching her firm breasts and buttocks and caressing every secret and previously forbidden place.

Autolycus found himself responding to her advances. He wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and drew her nearer. His tongue entered her warm, eager mouth. Accepting and fervently sucking on his tongue, her arms left Autolycus' neck and slowly traveled to his broad muscled shoulders. They quickly continued their journey down his strong arms and eagerly found the belt wrapped around his waist.

Unfastening, and letting it drop to the ground, she had shortly divested him of his green tunic. She ran her hands down his broad chest and toward his pants as the thief's hands slowly made their way down to her rounded hips.

As her fingers nimbly attacked the inner belt that kept his cod piece in place, Autolycus began sucking on her delicate neck. Her hand entered the soft black leather trousers and gently teased the sensitive orbs between his eagerly responsive phallus.

Autolycus groaned in response to the light, teasing touch. It was torture. Exquisite torture. His need to touch her forbidden fruits; the ones that tried so hard to veil themselves in the damp chemise, consumed him.

Autolycus eagerly moved forward, backing the acolyte toward the bed. Pulling her up, to where she was kneeling on the bed as if begging for his attentions, he quickly gathered her shift in his talented hands and slowly worked it up and around her small waist. He caressed every inch of her firm thighs, and her rounded hips along the way. Hungrily his mouth found hers. Their tongues began to dance in a hot, fervent kiss.

Once her firm buttocks was uncovered from the sheer fabric, Autolycus lowered his hands and seized the firm round cheeks pulling her even closer to him. He began kneading her soft, warm ass with his hands as she moaned her approval.

The acolyte continued sucking on Autolycus' tongue as she continued to tantalize his penis. The skilled and gentle touch had Autolycus almost weak with desire.

The acolyte was equally filled with desire. Her hands left his penis as she began to fumble with the laces that kept the trousers firmly around his hips and protecting the object that she now desired most.

Impatient to continue the seduction, Autolycus seized the acolyte's hands from his waist. Still warm from her treasure hunting, he gently forced them up over her head. Stroking the smooth skin of her forearms, Autolycus took a slight detour to cup and squeeze her firm, round breasts.

She moaned in response to the warm touch. Grasping the end of her shift, he then forced it up and over her head. He was now free to explore her naked body with his wild and lustful hands.

He bent down and began suckling her breast. She gasped when his warm, wet mouth found her teat. Her back arched responsively to his need and her pleasure. But the gentle sucking was making it difficult for her to focus on her task of loosening his pants.

One of Autolycus' hands reached down to caress the soft hair of her sensitive and throbbing mound. She moaned in delight as his fingers found and began massaging her clit. She gasped in pleasant surprise as two fingers entered her dark moist tunnel, thrusting in and out stimulating the inside wall of her moist well.

Her hips began rocking to the rhythm of his driving fingers. They continued their dance, as the acolyte continued to work on the damnable cord. Finally giving in to her wanting, the acolyte reached over to the night stand with her long arm. Not wanting to interrupt their impassioned rhythm, she struggled to grab a knife sitting on the stand.

The acolyte brought the knife up and traced a delicate line, up the thief's crotch and toward his waist. The sharp knife was painful as it raked across his already swollen member. Autolycus' eyes grew wide and alert. His mind quickly wondered what the penalty was for seducing an apprentice of Asclepius. He wondered if this was his retribution. "What in Tartarus," he said as concern replaced his passion for a moment. The acolyte gave him a wicked grin and then swiftly cut the cord that kept her from her prize. She quickly threw the knife down in abandon once she had gained easy access to his engorged cock.

The acolyte reached up and caressed Autolycus' face drawing him into another ardent kiss as she sensually forced the leather pants down. Autolycus withdrew his fingers, and softly held her face as he reveled in the deep, tongue bruising kiss.

By simply caressing his body with the edge of her hands, his pants continued their slow ride south. She took the time to detour across the soft mounds of his buttocks, running a finger lightly up the valley between his two well developed cheeks.

"Don't go anywhere." Autolycus said as he gently forced her to the bed. He then kicked off his pants and boots. The acolyte leered at his tanned body lasciviously and held her arms out waiting for the thief to return. He did, gently crawling on top of her. He smoothed her hair from her face and began planting light, delicate kisses on her forehead. Kissing first the left eye and then moving to the right, he languorously continued down her face, kissing the tip of her nose. Nibbling on her ear, he moved to her jaw, slowly tracing the line of her jaw with his tongue. He followed with a deep kiss to her mouth. His tongue again explored the depths of that hot orifice, but was eager to explore the depths of another.

Entangling his fingers in hers, he forced them over her head, adjusting his hips so that his fully erect phallus gently teased and tickled her abdomen. She playfully struggled against the tantalizing bondage, wanting and needing to touch him. Her ardor was mounting and she could feel the sudden wetness and burning heat between her legs. She pushed up on Autolycus forcing him to turn over.

Suddenly she was straddling her lover. He was now the one being held captive. A low, mirthful laugh escaped from his lips. She gave him another wicked smile and drew her mouth to his, recognizing his need and realizing her own.

Her hard pendulous breasts hung in front of his eyes and mouth like ripe fruit just begging to be picked and tasted and his need almost forced him to take her then and there.

"I don't know how much more of this I can take," he said as he broke off the kiss. His voice was hoarse with need.

She nodded and kissed him gently on the lips. Then she began her trek down toward his nether regions with slow, light methodical kisses. Her hands still held his prisoner above his head.

She kissed the scar on his chin and then the hollow of his neck. She lightly nibbled on each nipple, taking each bud between her teeth and pulling up gently before she released it. Her hands left his as she continued the searing kisses down his abdomen, and toward his fully engorged member.

Her hands slowly caressed his outer thighs, moved to his inner thighs and up toward his wonderful orbs and thick anxious penis.

Once his hands were free, Autolycus seized her pendulous breasts, as they moved ever so slowly away from his grip. He let each hand fall on the side of her breasts and used his thumb and forefinger to play with the ridges of the hard areola. He strained to reach one breast with his mouth, only to have it escape as his lover moved even lower toward his awaiting cock.

Once she reached his fully erect organ, she began to spiral down the shaft with her extended tongue. Autolycus moaned and arched his back to the sweet, wet touch. Once she made her trek to the base of the organ, she began moving back up at a quicker pace. Auto's writhing underneath her suggested he could not wait much longer.

Using her tongue to explore the fissure at the head of his penis, she flicked it wildly over the sensitive opening. His precious seed began to ooze out of the chasm. She looked up toward Autolycus whose eyes pleaded for her to continue.

She smiled wickedly and then ducked her head and tasted his essence. She was ready. Straddling her primed lover she impaled herself on his waiting shaft.

The acolyte cried out as his shaft slowly entered her warm moist tunnel. Autolycus moaned wildly as he penetrated the threshold of her depths. She initially took him in slowly but rose back up, and then plunged in again. Her pace continued to build as she milked him. She was moving faster and faster along his shaft. Autolycus found it difficult to match her frenzied pace.

Her back arched convulsively to gain more clitoral stimulation. Her breaths were coming in deep quick gasps and she was rapidly approaching climax.

They reached orgasm together as Autolycus spilled his seed into her and shuttered with a final and welcome release.

She fell on top of him with his spent member still inside of her. Her head rested on his shoulder. They laid in bed for what seemed like an eternity. Each listened to the other's breathing.

Finally the acolyte pushed herself up from Autolycus to plead into his dark eyes. "I would love to play hide the snake, again?" she said as she seized his mouth in another impassioned kiss.

He laughed hardily as he petted her damp, silken hair. "Maybe later," he said. It was his turn to return a wicked smile.

She laid her head back on his shoulder. "All things great come from the serpent," she said dreamily as she drifted off to sleep.

Autolycus waited until the acolyte was asleep. Slowly pushing himself from underneath her body, he got up from the bed and dressed himself in his still damp clothing. He had hoped he would have just enough time to steal the jeweled caduceus that lay unguarded in the temple before she found him missing.

"I can't believe I used her like this..." he whispered in surprise to the open air, "... seducing her for the chance to steal the caduceus. I think I'd better leave this part out of my autobiography," he said as he watched the sleeping apprentice for a moment before escaping out the room, closing the door quietly.

"Whose using who?" the acolyte said as she turned around in the bed, stretching like a cat. "Once you steal the caduceus, I'll just steal it back from you." She purred in bed, thinking of her wonderful afternoon diversion.

She had worked six months on this theft, even going so far as training as an acolyte for the chance to steal the gold and peridot icon. She would let the thief steal the caduceus and possess it for a time, just as he momentarily possessed her. She had no doubt she would be able to steal it back from the King of Thieves.

THE END ??

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