<a class="username" data-user-id="5587" data-username="@ChrisGabriel" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/5587/">@ChrisGabriel</a><br/><br/><b>Yartar Cart and Barge - Hand of Yartar Guildhall</b><br/><br/>Betty uncorked the vial and moved even closer to the now naked elf. Without breaking eye contact, she poured a small measure of oily liquid into the palm of her left hand. A sly smile quirked the corner of her mouth, as the alchemist crouched down before her captive accomplice.<br/><br/>"Healing salve," she explained and then reached forward very gently to cup Tathariel's sex in her slippery fingers. "contains just a little alcohol, so it might feel a bit cold at the start."<br/><br/>Slowly, Betty massaged the swollen flesh, at first concentrating on the surface and allowing the heel of her hand to softly kneed the elf's puffy mound. Occasionally, one finger might slip slightly, dipping between the captive's lips where they might graze the more sensitive skin beneath.<br/><br/>"How's that?" she wondered, hooking her finger experimentally between those lush lips and just coaxing the tender nub within. "Any discomfort?"<br/><br/>To her trained eye, the elf's exposed skin appeared to be healing, although still red and swollen. Betty smiled to herself, momentarily lost in contemplation. If only she'd brought something a little more wicked with her tonight. With a sigh than only hinted at that deeper longing, the chemist withdrew her hand.<br/><br/>With care, the redhead smeared her fingers over the strange device, adding some more unnecessarily lubrication to the slick metal. Then, as gently as she could manage, Betty began to slide it into Tathariel's waiting pussy.<br/><br/>"Just try to breath normally," she suggested while still trying to find the perfect alignment.