<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/cGqbHm4.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:  Brihe (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290064.msg14252045#msg14252045)<br/><strong>Location</strong>:   Jorlan's Quarters<br/><strong>Content</strong>:<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:  GM<br/><hr/><br/>Pain faded away as the healing magic did it's work, leaving Brihe unmarred by her encounter with the beast.  However, she now found herself facing a trail of a different sort, that being understanding what was happening here.  Even if Jorlan was telling the truth and they would've stopped the beast from truly killing her, there was still the fact that his eyes blazed with a possessiveness that she knew had little to do with her value to the priestess.  She was not the smartest of people, but even she could understand that something was at play here that had nothing to do with the priestess or what her intentions were.  A fact underscored by the feel of his fingers moving down between her breasts, the thin rags that she was given to wear doing little to protect her breasts from his view as they were lowered by his touch.  Brihe watched him, expecting to feel more, but then he pulled away and would practically drag her to her feet.<br/><br/>Legs were unsteady for a moment before the strength started to return to them and she found herself following Jorlan as he pulled her along, first out of the Shrine, for which she was grateful as the large statue was deeply unsettling to her.  They would then cross the platform back towards where she had fought the beast.  Seeing the corpse there, she would pull away for a moment before approaching the corpse.  Reaching down, she would rip the fang that she had used to pierce the beast's brain out of his skull and wipe it off on the fur of the creature before returning to Jorlan.<strong>"A prize."</strong>she explained, not at all concerned about whether or not he would be happy about her actions.  She had killed the thing, she had a right to keep a prize of that fact.<br/><br/>That dealt with, she would continue to follow him into the barracks and then allow herself to be pushed up the rope ladder to another floor.  This one was different and she suspected that this was to be his personal quarters, leading her to question why she had been brought her.  It became an even greater question when she was all but commanded to lay down.  She looked from him to the bed for a moment, her instincts telling her to remain standing if only because she didn't want to seem as though she was the pet he kept referring to her as.  But her body was telling her that she needed to rest, that she wasn't fully healed from the battle even if her wounds were closed and blood no longer leaving her body.  So she would sit down on the edge of the bed, a middle ground that she was able to live with for now.  He then asked her a question that had her eyes narrowed as she attempted to understand his game in this.<br/><br/>Escape.  The way he said that word sent a chill down her spine.  And a desperate desire to be free and stand under the sun once more filled her.  The answer to the question was a simple one in that there was little she would not do in order to see that moment come.  She would surely kill anything and everything in her path if she could but she knew that he wasn't asking that from her.  He was asking for something else and her eyes would widen slightly as the pieces started to fit together.  The possessiveness in his eyes, the softness of his touch, the fact that she had been brought up here in the first place, it all made sense.  She knew what it was he wanted.  Her body.  Jorlan wanted her body and he wanted her to offer it to him.  She almost had to fight back a chuckle at this as it also answered a problem that she had to deal with in this moment.<br/><br/>Brihe loved to fight.  She was good at it.  It excited her and nothing excited her more than a near death experience.  Pulling victory from the jaws of near defeat was almost an orgasmic experience for her and left her feeling hungry for the real thing.  Already, in the back of her brain, she had been thinking that she would have to try and talk the pretty thing into playing when they were returned to the pit later.  But that was so far away and her hunger would not fade, only grow.  So, perhaps this would do.  Looking at Jorlan, she would nod slowly.<strong>"To be free,"</strong>she said,<strong>"I do anything to be free.  What you want?"</strong>As she said that, she would lean forward, the loose rags allowing Jorlan a clear view down at her breasts should he desire to look.  And Brihe knew that he desired just that.