The dark knight and his hellish minions lay dead behind him, their vile black blood dripping from his sword. Before him lies the door to his prize, the one thing he has sought, that had tormented his dreams for so many years. He grabbed the handle and pushed the solid oak door open with a slight creak, entering the candle-lit room. He approached the ornately carved, four-poster bed, his heart thudding in his chest and slowly drew the curtain to one side. There she lay, with only a thin silk sheet covering her naked beauty; the Princess Cassandra, widely regarded as the most beautiful woman in all the realms.
Her chest rises and falls as she sleeps, her large perfectly formed breasts forming graceful mounds in the sheet. Her nipples look like two silken acorns, her slightly parted lips full and pouting, eminently kissable, flowing locks of auburn hair framing her perfect face. His cock strains inside his tight steel codpiece, passion and desire flaring through his body. Her eyes flick open and she sits up suddenly, startled, the silk sheet slipping down to reveal her ample bosom. A smile crosses her face as she recognizes her knight in shining armour come to her rescue. She stretches out her arms, eager to crush her lips against his, anxious to feel his honed body pressed against hers. He advances quickly, shedding his blood-stained armour, his cock springing to life with it new found freedom. He reaches the edge of the bed........... BZZZZZZZZZZZ
The alarm reverberates around the small bedroom, startlingly loud. He wakes up, his cock throbbing as the dream slowly fades from his memory. It's the same every night, the same incredible woman in the same dream, the same frustrated disappointment when the dream ends. He lets out a long sigh as his erection fades, his mind turning to the coming night's raid. Among those in the business, he is said to be the best. Never caught, always successful, he is the ultimate cat burglar. Tonight's raid will be the pinnacle of his career, something for the world to remember him by. The 43rd floor of the Carlton Tower, the private offices of Charles Carlton, oil and shipping magnate, multi-billionaire and owner of the finest collection of gems in the world. He collects his few belongings together, mostly the tools of his trade, checks out of the flea-pit motel and hails a cab into the city. As the cab travels through the downtown traffic his mind wanders back to the dream, back to her exquisite face, the slender neck, the large breasts so tantalizingly close... All too soon the cab pulls up outside a park a couple of blocks from his target and he wanders through the trees, waiting for night to fall.
It's midnight and the streets are fairly deserted. A black garbed figure pads silently down an alley behind the building, searching for a hidden route up the building. Looking up, he sees that one half of the building is in the shadow of the building opposite - perfect cover. He starts his accent, scaling the building as easily as a normal person walks up stairs. After an hour he reaches the 43rd floor, at a window into the men's lavatory according to his plans of the building. He's quickly inside and silently walks towards the large double doors which lead into the main office. He's just about to press his ear to the door to listen when suddenly it opens and a figure is silhouetted in the semi-darkness. He barrels into the person, knocking them both to the floor, and hooks his foot around the door, closing it. He looks down at the now unconscious figure and realizes that it is a woman. Damn! The offices should have been empty by now. He feels her neck for a pulse - strong and steady. Good. He grabs her arms and drags her through the dark office towards the door to Carlton inner sanctum. Is presses his ear to the door - silence - then opens it and pulls the woman into the softly lit office. He looks down at her...... and take a sharp intake of breath. It's her! The woman from his dream. The same hair, the same lips, the same face, the same breasts, everything. Unbidden, his cock swiftly hardens, forming a significant lump in his skin tight pants. He stares at her for long moment, his mind reeling from shock.
Slowly, his reason for coming here worms its way into his mind. Sighing, he easily lifts her lithe body off the floor and ties her into a chair. Before he can stop himself his lips brush against hers, their moist warmth sending his pulse racing. He pulls back, shock at his own actions and lust warring through his mind. After one final long glance, he turns from her and goes to the large picture opposite, behind the huge marble desk, removing it from the wall. He studies the wall safe for a few minutes, checking there are no hidden alarm systems. Within ten minutes the safe is open.
