Stunning raven-haired gamer girl Faye Taylor has arrived for a tabletop gaming session with her Game Master Hywel Phillips. Both are kinky so they have decided experiment with a new sort of fantasy roleplaying: combining elves and spells with BDSM and sex. Hywel has created the Duchy of Falcondale and populated it with all manner of lecherous dominant and sadistic creatures for Faye to encounter. Faye has created her adventuring alter-ego, an elven thief who needs to find a new base of operations and has settled on the remote but rich duchy. Faye is wandering the streets of Falconstone city, scouting our for rich targets to rob. She walks to the Black Butterfly, an up-market inn and tavern in the richest part of the city. Who should she behold there but the Duchess herself, accompanied by a small number of guards, apparently meeting with a Baron and Baroness who are staying at the inn. This is a target that Faye cannot resist. She pretends to trip and casts a spell to unfasten a brooch from the Duchess' bosom, neatly pocketing it as it falls to the ground. She thinks she has got away with it! One of the Duchess' guards even helps her up from her fake trip. She charms him and butters him up, allowing her to slip away with her loot. But whilst the guards didn't notice her subterfuge, the two street thugs of the thieves' guild most assuredly did. They corner the gorgeous but diminutive thief in and alleyway, overpower her and lock her in cold iron handcuffs! Thus secured, they lead her through the streets towards the den of the thieves' guild. She tries to escape by ensorcelling one and kicking the other in the nuts, but her blow goes wide and she is locked into leg irons for her pains- she can still shuffle along, but she won't be doing any more kicking. Clapped in irons, she is dragged into the lair of the Silver Sceptre, the head of the thieves' guild. They are not big on unlicenced thieves, especially not ones foolhardy enough to steal from as high profile a target as the Duchess- and right out on the streets in plain sight, at that. Things look a bit bleak for our plucky heroine. Fortunately, she turns her considerable charms on the Silver Sceptre. These low-level thugs might be too timid to tackle the high profile jobs, but at least she's bold and brave. She comes from a noble family, she moves in those circles. Perhaps with a bit of guild support she could tackle all manner of high-value targets? Surely there is room for an ambitious dashing elf in the guild? She convinces the Silver Sceptre to let her demonstrate her skills. Still in chains, Faye is taken down to the cellar bed-chamber of the Silver Sceptre. She pleads to be released from her handcuffs and leg irons, but the Silver Sceptre is too wise to fall for that! Instead Faye must demonstrate her skills with her mouth, on her knees... the Silver Sceptre removes doublet and hose to reveal a double surprise- first that the head of thieves' guild is also a woman like the elf thief, and second that the source of her nickname is to be seen between the guild master's legs- a magical silver double-ended phallus! Faye is desperate not to have the thieves' guild condemn her... and also really quite impressed! She vows to demonstrate her oral skills on the Silver Sceptre. She kneels down, parts her luscious lips, and envelops the tip of the magical phallus with her wet and willing mouth. She knows that she must give an exemplary blow-job to get the Silver Sceptre on board... and she soon realises that the cold silver phallus transmits sensation to the Silver Sceptre quite as though it was a living, throbbing cock! The tension mounts and mounts as the pace quickens and the chained elf gets more and more into her suck action. When the Silver Sceptre's magical phallus erupts in hot, sticky magical fluid, Faye decides she will swallow, and play with every last drop, licking and drooling and swallowing again until the cum runs down her chin and she scoops it up to swallow once more.