Vin woke up to a quiet room. It took her a moment to remember why she was on the floor, and why her wolfhound was laying on top of her.

She started as the evening came back to her. How did I let myself fall asleep! she thought. As her mind fully recovered from her sleep she became aware of OreSeur's long, but now softened, penis that was still fully hilted within her butt.

Vin tried to move the heavy body above her off of her back. She shivered as OreSeur was moved within her by the motion.

After a bit of wiggling she came free. Sitting up Vin felt semen pouring out of her as the member was ousted from her rear. She looked down between her legs, where a white puddle was slowly forming.

Still leaking, Vin stood up and stretched. She gave a loud sigh as her body overcame the aches of her rough sleep. She walked over to the window, it had been left open. Outside it was still dark. The lights of the city glimmering through the grey mists.

She took a deep breath, drinking in the chill, humid night air. She stood for a moment, staring off into the darkness. A sudden urge itched within her to go out into the mists.

Vin turned around, moving over to her desk and picking up a vial of metals. She downed it in a single gulp. Her heart was suddenly pounding within her chest.

Without any further consideration, Vin sprinted back to the window and dove out into the night.

She let herself fall over ten feet before she started burning iron. Vin pulled at the hinges of the window she had just left, slowing her fall until she hung still in the air. She planted her bare feet against the stone wall of the keep. Bending her knees, she made herself ready to leap off of the building.

Vin's mind was screaming every objection thinkable. still, her body's will was even stronger

With one final inner protest, she pushed off the stone wall, her pewter-strength flinging her out into the open night. A chill came over her as the misty air her. Water stuck to her skin as it became prickled with goosebumps.

Soon heat returned to her body as she burned iron. Tiny blue lines shot out from her chest, disappearing into the night. Vin pulled herself toward a pointed roof of a tower nearby.

She planted one foot against the bottom of the roof, holding onto the spire with her hand. As her momentum from her landing slowed, she spread her free limbs out from her body.

An overwhelming feeling of freedom came over Vin. The city, quiet, free for her to roam. The mists obscuring her body from the world. The cold wind tickled her naked skin.

Before she had time to reconsider, she leaped off once again. Her body had taken full control, playing with ideas Vin had never thought possible before.

She landed on the roof of a tenement building, crouching. This low being seen was a real danger. Her heart thumped as she crept to the edge of the building.

Looking out over the city in front of her, Vin's eyes landed on the high wall that wrapped all around the city. Out there there won't be anyone to see me, she thought.

Needing no more incentive, she jumped off once again. She launched herself from house to house, using window hinges and poorly hammered down nails as leverage with her iron pushes.

Soon Vin was over the wall, landing hard on the ash covered ground outside the city. She had exited near Tin Gate at the north of the city. Now a large field lay out before her.

Vin started jogging down the slight slope. Soon she picked up speed, sprinting through the ash-coated grass.

She was outside. Alone. Naked! And no-one would interrupt her here. It was as if all the burdens of the last year, all the stress of her life, had finally lifted. Even if only for a moment.

Vin ran even faster. Her feet flew forward, one before the other. She sprinted as fast as she could without burning pewter.

Till suddenly, her foot caught on something hidden within the ash. She stumbled forward, crashing face first onto the ground. She skidded a few through the ash before stopping, soot dusting into the air around her.

Vin rolled onto her back, chest heaving wildly, as she coughed to get the dust out of her lungs.

An uncontrollable laughter came over her as she lay sprawled naked in the black dirt. Her eyes watered as she continued to cackle. It was the first time she had felt so light of heart as far back as she could remember. There had always been something to worry about, something to flee or hide from. Since her birth Vin had faced struggles without end. Here she finally felt free from it all.

When Vin finally came down from her fit of laughter, she sat up in the clearing she had made in the ash. Pain still throbbed in her face from the fall. She hadn't been burning pewter, and had thus felt the impact in full force. Still, the pain seemed insignificant.

Slowly she rose from the ground. Looking around, Vin found a small pond nearby. The still water was blacker than black. Vin found her reflection staring back at her from its surface as she approached.

She lowered herself to her knees in front of the dark pond. Vin had not looked at herself since the night's activities, and now found the image surprising.

Her hair was tousled wildly, her face and chest still smeared with OreSeur's semen. And now on top of it all, she was covered in ash.

Seeing the dried sperm stuck to her forehead and in her hair made her blush. She touched the spots on her left breast where more semen had klung. It was parched and flaky, but it made her mind tingle.

There was moisture between her legs again. Her wet sex leaking down Vin's thighs. Absent-mindedly she placed her hand at her entrance.

She gasped at the contact. Despite not burning tin, she was more sensitive than ever before. Carefully she entered one finger into herself.

Vin did not often touch herself, but out of the few times it had happened, she could not remember feeling this flustered. Before long she whimpered quietly as she moved her finger in and out.

Soon she added another finger, moving faster as she did so. As she pleasured herself, Vin did not think about Elend. She didn't really think about OreSeur either. What occupied her mind was the image of her wolfhound's phallic, red member—thick, white seed oozing out of the tip.

The thought of his semen, on and within her, had planted itself firmly within Vin's mind. She felt a strange urge to see it, touch it, smell it. Maybe even taste it.

Within moments Vin felt her body near its climax. Her hand moving faster as the pressure built.

As she hit her orgasm Vin cried out, her body overcome by euphoric pleasure. She whispered as her hand was covered with her own moisture, her mind dancing with joy.

The blissful pleasures of the night had been more intense and more plentiful than Vin had ever considered possible. She had never really thought about sex—atleas not interms of her doing it. Now however it seemed the only thing occupying her mind. It had seemed such a terrifying prospect, yet was now what steered her decisions.

Coming down from her high, Vin removed her hand from her sex. It was soaked in her fluids as she placed it over her right breast. This however sent another jolt through her body, her oversensitive nipple reacting to the sudden stimuli. She started kneading her chest, extending her afterglow.

Vin had by no means a large bust. It was noticeable, but not eye grabbing. She didn't mind much, it meant there was less that moved around. Made it easier to fight.

She did however wonder sometimes if it bothered Elend. If he saw her petitness as a political hindrance. Or even if he would prefer if her assets were more... impressive.

Of course Elend would never tell her if that were the case.

After a few minutes of calm, Vin arose once again. She looked back to the dark pond, meeting her flustered, dirty face. She considered washing, but feeling the water she decided it was far too cold. Better take a proper bath back at the keep. Besides, she had been dirtier before.

Stretching, Vin turned back toward the city. She hadn't realised how far she had run. She estimated the wall was probably almost a mile away. So, breath recovered, she began walking back.

Reaching the city wall Vin began contemplating a way in. I don't have any coins, so I can't push myself over. She thought. I can try to climb, maybe I could use the hinges of that window to help pull up.

She sprinted up a few feet, grabbing onto a brick jutting out from the wall, she started her pewter-enhanced climb As she got closer to the window, she started burning iron, helping pull herself up.

As She reached the windowsill she stopped. Carefully Vin peaked into the room on the other side.

It was empty, safe for a desk and a chair.

Carefully Vin pulled at the latch on the inside, slowly undoing it with her iron powers. The window came free, Vin quietly swung it open and climbed in.

She crouched down, carefully listening for any sounds indicating someone was coming.

The only sound she could hear was her own breathing. Tentatively she took another step into the room. She surveyed the place, finding it mostly devoid of stuff. In one corner there was a stack of barrels. Apart from that, and the desk with the chair, the only thing with purpose was the wooden door.

Quietly making her way over, Vin tried the handle. To her delight, she found it unlocked. She opened it slightly, peaking out into the next room.

It was a corridor, leading to another door on the opposite side. Luck struck again, this room too was empty.

Vin entered, careful to avoid creaky boards as she stepped through the door. She found a staircase leading down on the right side of the corridor, while the left had a set of weapon racks.

Perfect, the stairs must lead to an exit.

Crawling to the top of the stairs, Vin looked down to the floor below. Here her luck seems to end. The area below her was occupied by two guards, tiredly exchanging smalltalk under the weak light of a wall lamp.

"Can't believe I've been stuck here all night!" one of the men was saying. "Nothin's happened, and nothing will."

"Yeah I'm honoured to surve the city and all. But I honestly feel quite useless, just sitting around."

Their words gave Vin an idea. Burning zinc, she rioted the emotions of the man who had spoken first. She increest his boredom and cunning.

Soon enough he stirred again. "You know what! I'm not gonna stand around anymore. Shift will be over soon anyway. I'll just leave a little early."

"You sure that's a good idea?", the other guard asked.

"No-one will no, ain't no trouble I tell ya'"

The man turned around, walking toward Vin's side of the corridor. He disappeared out of her view. The remaining guard, however, stayed put.

Waiting to make sure the man was gone, Vin thought, He isn't turned toward me, Vin though. Maybe if I can climb down along the side of the stairs, I might just make it.

Listening intently, making sure no-one out of sight was coming her way, Vin carefully moved her legs between two of the bannisters poles. She crawled down along the wall, moving as quietly as she could.

As Vin hung from the top of the stairs, there was a creak as she put her weight on one of the woodboards.

Vin froze, not daring to move a muscle.

But the guard didn't move.

Her heart racing, Vin climbed the rest of the way down. She moved toward the door—luckily left ajar by the soldier who had left earlier. With one quick look around the alley outside, finding it empty, Vin exited the guardhouse.

Feeling her metal stores, Vin found her iron had nearly run out. She would not have enough for more than a small pull at best. To her chagrin she realised she had also not brought a coin bag, and no metal to push off of nearby. She would not be able to get onto the roofs.

Vin started heading down the alley. If she could find a way to get higher, she could use her steel to push herself home to the keep.

Following the alley till she reached a crossing, Vin consulted her internal map of Luthadel. She turned right, creeping along the walls of the tenements, on edge, watching every shadow.

As she reached another crossing alleyway, she heard voices from one of the streets.

Carefully peaking around the corner, Vin found three beggars gathered around a fire. One was singing drunkenly, the other humming along out of tune.

A plan started forming within Vin's mind. A plan she did not like in the slightest.

Moving back the way she came, Vin searched among the trash and scraps along the street. Finding a torne bit of cloth, she tied it around her hair like a shawl.

She walked back toward the group of vagabonds. Announcing herself with a weak cough, vin moved out in front of the three men.

Immediately they all turned toward her. Their faces were blank, all three seemingly frozen in time.

Feeling their stares, Vin moved her arms to cover her nakedness. She felt her cheeks burn as the men studied her.

"Excuse me," Vin said weakly. "Does one of you happen to have a coin to spare?" She realised how feeble her efforts were. Even if they did have modey, the likelihood of them sharing any was small. Still it didn't feel right manipulating their emotions through allomancy.

She was the richest woman in the city, and now she was begging for money from three beggars. She cringed as she realised the situation she had put herself in.

"I've got you a coin." Finally one of the men reacted. It was the one who had been singing, now he was holding out a copper clip.

"Oh, me too!" another said. He was older, his front teeth missing as he smiled toward her, hand outstretched. "A coin for the young lady."

The third one, a younger man, his long hair hanging down over his eyes finally stopped gawking. "I've got you one too… If you need it, I mean."

Vin was stumped. She had not expected it to go quite so smoothly. She took their offerings, holding them awkwardly in her hand as she didn't have anywhere to put them.

She was ready to leave when the old man spoke again. "What might a fine lady like you be doing out here. It ain't a place for such a cute girl"

Vin's blood froze. This was it. This was the end.

"Hope you ain't doing anything you'll regret." Vin calmed herself slightly. The man seemed genuinely worried. "Have heard so many stories of young women losing themselves to whoring."

Her sex clenshed at the word. Vin's face becoming even redder. It was not a word she wanted to associate with. Yet, the thought made her very, very wet.

"I'm not a whore, sir," Vin said, looking down at her feet. "Just on my way home."

"Well take care, young lady."

With that Vin hurried away from the three men, leaving them with a story to tell everyone they knew.

As she rounded a corner, Vin dropped one of the coins she had just gotten. She burned steel, blue lines flying out from her breast. Pushing off of the copper clip she was launched into the air, landing on a flat roof.

From here Vin could see Keep Venture. Finally, she was almost home.

As Vin entered the window, stepping into her room, she found OreSeur laying on the floor, still passed out.

Quietly she walked across the room, dropping the two coins she still had onto her desk. There Kwaan's still lay spread out. Vin sighed as she moved the papers into a neat pile.

After tidying her desk, she walked back to where her wolfhound companion slept. She squatted down next to his body, the furry chest slowly moving up and down as he breathed.

Vin studied the pool of his seed that had been left after the night's activities. She stuck a finger into the thick, white goo. It was cold and blotchy.

She didn't know why the liquid fascinated her so. Still she didn't want to risk anything when it was no longer fresh.

Instead she walked over to the corner where she had left the stained clothes. She picked up the white shirt, looking it over. Guess I can afford to lose this, she thought as she used it to clean up the mess of semen.

She threw the shirt, along with the shawl she had still been wearing into a waste basket. She would have to take care of it in the morning.

Vin crawled into her bed, tired, worn, but ready for the adventures of the next day. But, most of all, she was ready for a long, warm bath in the morning.