“Your Watch is over.” Deon said and tipped the hourglass over so that it rested on its side. “But your rest begins.” He added and loosened her bonds before draping his warm cloak over the both of them. Ashamed or not, Elora’s body was<em>hot</em>and sweaty from the ‘play’ when he settled down behind her and spooned up against her. But there was no rest to be had. As soon as he was in position, her ass started grinding back against him; clearly, she wasn’t quite ‘done’.<br/><br/>“You are so<em>naughty</em>!” Deon whispered in Elora’s long ear and nibbled on it. The<em>ointment of sweet torment</em>had abated a bit in its effects, but he could still feel a faint tingle on his tongue as he did so. His hand caressed her breasts and then ran deeper, feeling the ample wetness of her crotch and playing with the little nub of her lust. Elora had a patch of soft fuzz between her legs, the same colour as her hair and just as smooth. “Beatrice is shaved<em>clean</em>down there.” Deon whispered. So far, Elora had resisted, fearing the additional feeling of nakedness a shaved pubic would bring, but perhaps jealousy would achieve what mere suggestions could not. With his hand in place, the elf’s body could not decide what to grind against: his crotch or his fingers. Elora reached behind herself and tugged at the lacing of his trousers, digging for his cock. When it sprang free and slid through the crack of her ass and over her rosebud, she gave a soft squeal of fear and shame. “That’s for another day.” Deon reassured her and repositioned his cock at her moist entrance. She was so wet and ready that he could push in all the way with just a single thrust.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Come morning, Deon woke to Elora sitting up, staring past him and into infinity. Her eyes were lost in the reverie of her elven meditation. It annoyed him that she didn’t sleep like a human and was basically awake at all times instead of sharing dreams and the night with him like a proper lover. “Ah, you are awake.” Elora said and ran a gentle hand over his resting form. Her voice was still distant but she was coming back from wherever she had sent her thoughts.<br/><br/>“Let’s go! Maybe Lune already has a fire going.” Deon said and got up. He walked hand in hand with Elora, something she clearly cherished. When they came upon the tiefling, her mood darkened somewhat, though. The witch was chained up in a clearly uncomfortable position and she was hanging in her chains, exhausted from a night spent on her feet. To make matters worse, her dress was drenched in oil and her own bodily juices and Elora couldn’t decide what she took more offense of; the mistreatment, or the fact that Deon had ‘played’ with Beatrice as well. With a few practiced moves, Deon let the witch down. “I’m very happy with your work. It’s all that you promised.” Deon told Beatrice and gave Elora a little swat to her shapely behind to make it clear whom he had used it on to its fullest benefit. “Rest a little then come join us at the fire. I have an announcement to make.”<br/><br/>The next girl Deon freed was Misty. She was still trussed up where he had left her, though someone had apparently readjusted her gag and the bag over her head. The barbarian just grunted when he let her go, trying to appear strong even after such a humiliating defeat.<br/><br/>While they waited for the others to collect themselves, Deon sat with the paladin by the fire, sharing a moment together. Elora wanted to formally protest against the treatment of her party members – even of the prisoner – but every time she tried to voice her complaints, Deon kissed her and all she could think about was the warmth of his lips and the safety of his embrace. His hands ran through her hair, softly pulling and pinching her ears, playing with the tips and gently folding them between his fingers. It was a tender gesture that she had come to enjoy and cherish, despite the slight irritation at having that deep intimacy of having her ears fondled performed in public. Nevertheless, none of the other party members – or even bystander in the villages they had passed through – had taken offense. Playing with the ears was probably innocent enough… for humans. But now, the gentle fondling that Deon had performed a hundred times evoked a new and dangerous feeling: Every time he touched her ears, Elora could feel last night’s tingle again. The tingle in her<em>ass</em>. The one she had felt while his left hand had caressed her ears… and his right hand her rosebud. This once cherished and romantic thing that they had shared was now irrevocably<em>soiled</em>! Elora whimpered as Deon continued to touch and pet her ears. She tried to get away half-heartedly but he kept her firmly in his embrace. She didn’t want this, but her body betrayed her. Her cheeks were flushed with shame and her panties were awash with lust. Of course she liked kissing, but she had never reacted just like that.<br/><br/>“You look cute when you blush.” Deon said and gave her a final peck, before disentangling himself. His words and his smile was enough to reimburse Elora for all the shame and discomfort. He was very happy with her and it made her spirit soar. Kissing and having her ears fondled had been soiled… and<em>sweetened</em>.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>“Listen! We are just two days out from Daggerfall where we can rest and settle down for a while. We are all in need of a new beginning; granted some more than others.” Deon gave Beatrice a glance before continuing. “But I think all of us can rest easier when we leave the wilderness behind and get to Daggerfall. This party has proven itself. We have survived numerous hardships and bested many foes. And I think it is time for us to make a lasting arrangement out of it, one that is good for everyone.<br/><br/>Some of you have pointed out that we have strayed far from our path. But I say, that we have<em>come far</em>. And who knows what else we can achieve if we stick together and stand up for one another.<br/><br/>I know that you have no reason to trust the tiefling, yet. But she seems eager to prove her worth and I believe that she deserves a second chance. It will be a hard road for her and it will take a while to earn our trust, but I know that she will do what is required of her. To ease your minds, I will continue to keep an eye on Beatrice, holding on to her spellbook along with other …restrictions… but she will be one of us, not one of<em>them</em>from now on.<br/><br/>Now, Elora is the most experienced and she will lead the party in battle. I will advise her and coordinate the camp and downtime. She will be our captain, but my word is law when we are at rest.” Deon announced. He was still seated next to Elora and when he said ‘advice’ he gave the elf a stealthy little slap to her ass to make sure that she got his real meaning. “No one charges without Elora’s say so.” Deon shot Misty a look. “And no one sneaks off in the night without my order.” He looked at Lune.<br/>“Some of you have been paid by the Order of the Golden Lion. But from now on, we make our own fortune. The loot and earnings will be split fairly. One half will be used for the betterment of the party as a whole, for major expenses and investments. One half of the remainder will be used to restore what is damaged or lost. From spent ammunition to horses that are dragged off and eaten. The rest will be divided equally between all of us. No one gets a bigger share than anyone else. All loot and earnings must be turned in to me and I will see to it that they are properly distributed. Any dispute in the party will be brought before me and I will adjudicate fairly. There will be no infighting behind my back.<br/><br/>Lastly, anyone found in violation of our charter will be<em>disciplined</em>in front of everyone.”<br/><br/>Deon finished and looked into the round. No one seemed exactly happy with what he had said, but no one seemed eager to face up to him, either.<br/><br/>“Anyone who opposes these rules? Speak, or hold your silence for good!”<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Due to spending the night in bondage, Beatrice will take 4 points of temporary Con damage, and Misty will take 2. Neither will heal any damage for the night.<br/></div></div>