Araña licked her lips one final time, cleaning off the last of his juices. She placed a stopper into the retort, despite the fact she would be using his fluids within minutes.<br/><br/>She smiled cryptically again, then swayed close to him on the points of her dagger heels. For a moment, she merely admired what she obtained from him before turning her gaze to him. She could reveal her plan; he would soon be powerless to stop it otherwise, but why should she waste the effort?<br/><br/>“Never mind what I have in store…” she purred, then raised her hand, index finger extended. She spun her wrist, and a thin silk strand appeared at the tip of her finger. It grew longer and longer, then without warning darted forward and began to coil around Agathon’s head. It wormed its way through his lips and teeth, then magically began to grow, wrapping itself around again and again.<br/><br/>Within seconds, a thick band of silk had formed, wedged between his teeth, yet it continue to spin itself further. By the time it stopped, it cocooned the entire lower half of his face, sealing his mouth and tongue behind a tight gag of silk. The knight didn’t strike her as the one to call for help, but it was better to take precautions. No one would hear his cries, but her children in the walls might grow agitated.<br/><br/>“…but I promise you quite a night ahead. I suggest you rest yourself, milord.” Araña glanced down to his softening cock, still quite large and moist from her powerful mouth, before moving to her chamber doors to venture to her keep to begin brewing the potion. “It has been quite some time since I have indulged in such endowment.”<br/><br/>