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Now she's truly got Shadowheart's attention, spinning in place like a buffoon and trying not to focus on the delicious tension underneath her breasts and all along her thighs. "Like what? Come, you can tell me anything. I wish you'd have spoken about this before you had me twirling around like an imprisoned trapeze art... |
Asheera's brows lifted on her forehead. "Oh? Now that's an interesting idea. I didn't know I'd like the thought of that." |
"Seriously?" Shadowheart breathes a soft noise through her nose. "Can you please just tell me what you want to call me and be done with it? I'm getting... antsy." |
She neglected to mention how simply hanging in place, completely bound and held still, has her mind drifting in and out of tiny fantasies. Moments of picturing all the ways she could be fucked and used in this position, and how better to use the rope around her body. Drawing shapes with the material. |
Rope marks that she'd wear for days, a sign as true of their love as Asheera's collar she wore every day. Just as well, Shadowheart can certainly never tell Asheera how absurdly turned on she is by having this banal discussion while she's bound. Her hands cannot move, she couldn't shift if she tried. Naval service has ... |
"And spoil the surprise? What's the fun in that?" Asheera smiles, but Shadowheart can see the opening she's left for Shadowheart to say no and have her explain it. Her questions hang for a while unanswered. "See? You get it, very good of you." |
That's the sign. |
The change. The alteration. Asheera slipping into her role, finding the sadist that lurked within herself. The one that Shadowheart couldn't help but fall into. |
Breathing a ragged noise, Shadowheart shivers. |
Then Asheera withdraws the wand from somewhere Shadowheart can't see, activating it with the incantation and revealing its rotating, sleek head. It hovers in the air before Shadowheart's eyes, her stare focused on the subtle motions of the artifact as Asheera murmurs the same word of power used earlier. It buzzes in th... |
She is made to wait and watch as Asheera walks around her with the toy. It vibrates behind her and the shock of its touch against her back sends Shadowheart jolting forward, pleasurable fingers slipping down her spine in waves of nerves. Her body craves its touch, and Asheera's, and she tries to maintain her composure ... |
The sound of it brushing through the air cuts short when Asheera's palm slides up Shadowheart's chest, playing briefly with her stiff nipples. Up her hand flows until Asheera skates dull nails along Shadowheart's clavicle, pressing hard enough to slice pain down her body but not break skin. At least, not until she reac... |
"When... when do we get to that?" Shadowheart stutters. Not at all like her. In fact, she hates her demure behavior, but her cunt is dripping down one thigh and she can feel the vibrations of the wand in the air. |
"When do we get to that...?" |
Catching up Shadowheart, nods. "When do we get to that, mistress?" |
"See, that's better from the supplicant." Asheera pats her cheek with two hard slaps before placing her hand on the sides of Shadowheart's throat. Ghosts of pressure furrow into her neck, conjuring dark weight under her eyes and in her head. She tries to push her thighs together, but the rope restrains her. The hugging... |
Shadowheart nods, stopped mid-way when fingers tighten like a vise around her throat. In a few seconds, her face burns with heat and she can't breathe more than sharp gasps as she nearly spins out in her suspension. Just when she thinks she's about to pass out, the ropes flaying her skin in beautiful agony while the ch... |
While she recovers, Asheera scrapes more lines up her locked arms with nails. Dipping her head down she glances the tips of her tusks along Shadowheart's throat, moving to her jawline where she swishes a deeper line before moving back. Before Shadowheart can say anything, the hand returns to her throat. |
Moaning at the strength, Shadowheart closes her eyes. She can see that shore, she can feel its cool waters on her feet, but she wants to live within the firm grasp for as long as she can. Long enough to question why she needs this, having it answered by the quivering of her cunt when fingertips readjust their position ... |
The old friend, pain, tells her it will be fine. All will be well when she tries to moan, but can't. Her throat locks up, and she struggles to breathe anything at all. Let go for a moment, long enough to steal a moment of air, the tightness returns. |
"You won't make me come like this," Shadowheart whines, her voice sharp. It's a bold lie, one she knows Asheera will see through. How many times had a finger inside of her and a choking hand turned her into a simpering moron? "Not. Like. This." |
"Don't worry. Not so soon," Asheera says, and her hand holding the wand disappears from view. "You'll have plenty of time for that, OK? Nod for me." |
Shadowheart does as she's told, not wanting this to stop. The feeling of floaty emptiness is too much for her, it slicks her legs and makes her cunt eager for fingers, cock, toys, whatever Asheera will give her. Her face turns into a pulse of pressure and nerves and blackening vision as everything around her shrinks in... |
Her eyes nearly explode open as the whirring of the artifact brushes her clit without warning. Choking, fading, she tries to scream out the need for that touch again, but Shadowheart can only whimper in broken sounds as the wand swirls around her clit and, dropping lower, brushes her lips with its rounded tip. Repeated... |
"All of you drips like honey," Asheera mutters, letting go of her throat so that Shadowheart can drink the air in loud swallows. "Gods, you're soaking for this, aren't you? A supplicant and a needy Selûnite slut as well?" |
Shadowheart moans at what was once an insult to her. Was this her goddess, then? She says, voice jagged from choking, "You think... that's enough to make me come?" |
"I can feel how wet you are when I say it." |
Silence answers Asheera and calls the storm. |
Asheera whispers in her ear, "You drip for me, slut." |
The rounded head of the magical tool brush back up her lips until it sits on her clit. Heavy, the head thrums against her until she's throbbing and panting and messy with need. Her legs shake, her body revolts against the restraints, and she tries to say a dozen words but none come out. Her head, lighter than air, empt... |
Her orgasm slips down her body, violently and suddenly, until she's trying to thrust herself onto the toy and simultaneously clamp it between her legs. When soreness begins and sensitivity glistens alongside the drool of slick slipping down her thigh, she expects Asheera to let go. Give her a moment. |
There is no moment. |
The moment is when the mistress decides. Shadowheart stares up at her, eyes wide, as Asheera holds the toy to her cunt for long minutes that stretch like hours. Over and over again she repeatedly forces Shadowheart to coil up like a snapping iron and unwind with a flick of her hand, brushing the artifact along her clit... |
But she can't spin. The ropes bind her in place, command her voicelessly. They are everything in her little world of infinite pleasure, her place where Shadowheart can cease to be and the object of pain can resurface. Where she can kneel prostrate before her godesses, head bowed low, and relish the pain of living. |
Ropes brush her breasts as she shivers from the toy. Thoughts collapse. Words spill without meaning. |
"Fucking gods," Shadowheart moans. "Please. Please, please, please." |
"Does that mean stop?" Asheera's voice is low in that commanding tone, but it's tinged with attention. She listens for the sign. "Love, can you be a good girl for me and simply come?" |
Barely able to form the words, Shadowheart chokes out, "Yes, mistress." |
"Beautiful. So beautiful. Take the toy and come again." |
"I can't come again. I won't." |
"You will." Her voice is chiseled stone. |
Shadowheart's words tremble out of her lips when she says defiantly, "You can't make me." |
"I can. I will." Asheera in these moments is a ferocious woman, a brutal one incapable of budging for anything save the halting commands. "You'll come as much as I want, won't you? Come for me, love." |
"I... won't..." Shadowheart's words fade as she feels another orgasm climb its way out of her without her permission. |
Body racked with constant feeling, Shadowheart can't help but pant and shake and beg for less. Beg, plead, demand. Whine she does, thrusting herself down to try and press her core somehow closer to the unending, mechanical ministrations. |
The strangling hand caresses the bruises likely on her neck before tightening again, toy still abusing her clit endlessly while ropes keep her taut in the air. Unable to move, she's used like a toy and the moment of sheer bliss, total degradation of thought into a whimpering nothingness, is enough to make Shadowheart n... |
Spills again and again, wet and desperate with need. Under the crushing grip, Shadowheart seeks out her goddess instead of the shore. To the altar in the Upper Planes, where she might ask what she's done to deserve this freedom of thought, this place where she can be and divulge her being in order to be no more than a ... |
Fingers press harder, blinding her completely. The sensation is death and divinity and lust and need. Huge pools of need scrape her inside, pooling out of her in strands that Asheera swirls with the toy. Endless, circular beating that strokes up her outer lips once before returning back to her likely throbbing, stiff c... |
Her thoughts bleed into that void again just as Asheera's hand turns her into a slobbering disaster of tongue lolling, spit drooling, and slick spilling from between her legs. The ropes keep her firmly in place, unable to move at all, and Shadowheart whines for it and for more. To be here, in the now, with nothing but ... |
Then the hand is gone from her neck and air crushes her lungs. Heat from the ropes slipping on her body sears her skin, and Shadowheart moans. |
When she opens her eyes after the choking ceases, the toy churns impossibly hot against her lips before returning to her clit again as if she'll ever know the end. In the dawning light, she doesn't see the motes of the Moonmaiden. That is not who walks these paths with her. Instead, she sees the focused, dilated eyes o... |
Endless the orgasms become until Shadowheart can't separate one from the other. The entire night ceases being discrete moments, instead one long blur of yelps and moans and begging for more and for less. |
She pleads without thinking, abandoning everything but feeling, "Give me more, mistress. Please. Please, gods, touch me with it again." |
Asheera complies with a strangling grasp when she begs for it, stealing air from her lungs and heightening the subsequent, feeble and yet ferocious climaxes in sharp patterns scattered across her body. Violent bites from within coat her body, turning the next release into a painful that cords down her thighs until she'... |
"Nothing better than watching a cleric turn to every god, asking to come." Asheera chuckles, gracing Shadowheart's chest with rough hands on her breasts as she does her dark work with the unending pleasure of the thing that ceases being anything between her legs. "You're so quiet all of a sudden. Why? Say it for me aga... |
"I..." Shadowheart struggles. Her words catch in her tired throat. "Touch me again." |
"Close, but not enough," she groans, hand reaching out to show Shadowheart the punishment of clenched fingers. A heavenly punishment, one she savors as breaths leave her. "Say it." |
"Touch me with it again, mistress." |
"By whose name do you swear?" |
Panting, Shadowheart manages to whisper, "Selûne." |
The vibrations never cease. Her clit is never spared. Tortures so exquisite they would make a Sharran proud dance along her aching center, swimming through the sea of slick she's drenched in, to press the toy inside of her briefly. The insane sensation nearly splits her head open, the pressure unbearable. Yelping, she ... |
At once, all of it ends, and her body is hanging in mid-air as her mind attempts to reconfigure her surroundings into something she can understand. With the world turned back to normal, details repopulating as if she's been ripped out of the Material Plane once more, Shadowheart is on the ground with the ropes all arou... |
She's turned onto her stomach, made to bend forward in a penitent bow on hands and knees as Asheera roughly takes her own, swift release. Hand in her hair drags her head back, and the other hooks a finger inside of her mouth as if to pull her wide open all over as Asheera pummels into her with her cock. Hard enough to ... |
Free from everything but Asheera's growl as she thrusts. "My pretty supplicant all messy... for me. For Selûne. Selûnite slut." |
"Yes," Shadowheart says with a nod, the word coming out as gibberish with her mouth stretched open on one side and thoughts embattled with her cunt rapidly filled. She can't think, she can only remember what Asheera called her, what she truly was. Who she was meant to be in these moments devoid of purpose, devoid of pe... |
"Love you like this." |
The woman's shaft is dripping inside of Shadowheart, silk and velvet and steel all at once, and the feeling is exquisite despite how unbelievably sore she is from the wand. Her likely swollen lips accept every inch like it's what Shadowheart's made to do, made to be fucked relentlessly. Made to be a toy. Made to be a s... |
Then Asheera's hand with the hooked finger, the one not tugging on Shadowheart's braid, lets go of her face and lowers to her clit. Throbbing, scorching hot, and obliterated of feeling. |
And that one touch makes her come again, spasming and shaking as she's fucked from behind with one word repeating in her head constantly. |
Slut. It's who she is right now. |
Slut. It's what she needs. |
Slut. The finger returns to her mouth, turning to three fingers as she's gaped open to moan and moan and moan. |
Slut slut slut. Selûnite slut. |
Her cunt filled in one deep stroke blurs her focused thoughts but returns her to the present. Trying to fight against the wrenching on her braid, Shadowheart whimpers desperate pleading things to her lover. The words are meaningless, save for one. Save for that delectable collection of four letters that spell out who s... |
"Obedient girl," Asheera pants, slumping on her back as a brief pulse of pleasure works its way down Shadowheart's body to her leaking hole. Breasts pressed into Shadowheart's back, heat pools along the curve of her spine where Asheera still tugs on her hair with a fierce grip. "Clean me up. C'mon, it's your last littl... |
Turning around, kneeling before her mistress — one of her two goddesses — Shadowheart leans down to lick the release from Asheera's thinly-painted shaft. In this realm of pleasure, she can be an obedient object of pain and nothing more. Free from goddesses, free from all that would ever hurt her save the one who she wi... |
Forceful motions in her hair push her to swallow every inch over and over. By the time she returns to her mind, her eyes are watering and Asheera is leaking those thin pearls that Shadowheart craves. |
Looking up, sucking on the heavy crown of her lover's still stiff cock, Shadowheart stares into the other woman's eyes while trying to project the utmost devotion that floods her body. All she is given in return is a weak film coating a small portion of her tongue, but it's enough. That, and the groan. |
The groan when Asheera tugs hard on her hair, pulling Shadowheart off of her length. "Don't you know I'm sensitive afterwards?" |
The joke is clear, and Shadowheart smirks. She's exhausted from head to toe, and she wonders if she can even stand, but then Asheera does as she always does and lifts her to carry her over to one of the many sofas. Laying her there, she cleans the disaster of come off of the floor, all that fell from her legs, and off ... |
When she at last is finished, Shadowheart looks up through drooping lids. In the half-light, she isn't sure who she sees, but she knows the feeling of Asheera's hands caressing her body with healing touches. Thumbs graze her neck on either side, willing away the likely extreme marks. And, at last, fully worn out and th... |
Drifting into a half-awake bliss, she mumbles, "Thank you." |
"And thank you," Asheera says, her voice a wobbling cloud Shadowheart sinks into. "You did so well today." |
"Yes, love. Need anything?" |
Shadowheart shakes her head. She has everything she needs. "Do you need anything? Words? Promises? A kiss?" |
With a smile that Shadowheart can barely see through her haze of delirious happiness, Asheera whispers, "A kiss will do the trick, I think." |
From what you could tell, there wasn’t much to the apothecary. |
As you push open the dilapidated doors, your first thought is to search for supplies - anything that could help if things went south on your way to the goblin camp. |
Dried herbs hang from the rafters beneath a thin veil of cobwebs, filling your lungs with a pungent clash of scents. Empty bottles lined the shelves along the wall, caked in several months worth of dust. Large chunks of the building were missing where stone met splintered wood, some areas almost entirely overtaken by g... |
You step over broken shards of pottery, scanning over the floor and countertops for something - |
that may be of use, but to your disappointment, it seems like the shop was entirely ransacked long before your arrival. |
You sigh deeply, knowing you’ll likely never hear the end of this from your companions. It was |
idea to search the village. |
were the one who suggested taking out the goblin scouts, exerting everyones’ energy, and now you’re afraid you’ll have very little to show for it. |
You catch a glint of gold, an object reflecting the sun's rays beneath a pile of rubble. You kneel down to brush away the surrounding debris, thankful for even the smallest promise of coin before your hands catch on... some sort of serrated edge? |
You pull at it, and it easily comes loose. It's a thin, rectangular block, just barely larger than the length of your hand. You wipe away some of the dirt with your sleeve, revealing an intricately designed foil wrapping underneath. |
As you speculate what this might be, you hear footsteps approaching from behind, light and familiar. You turn to face the elf with a smirk. |
"You’re supposed to be the stealthy one." You chide at him, playfully, "Or has my blood put a little skip in your step?" |
Astarion scoffs. "I’ve been here the entire time, watching you fumble around in the dirt." |
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