When he returned, Deon watched the tiefling tug and struggle a bit against her bondage. It was more of a<em>dance</em>for his enjoyment, though. Beatrice was nowhere as strong as Misty. But, perhaps, she knew that her struggle against her bonds was futile, but her attempt to seduce him might still bear fruit. She certainly tried to look her most enticing as Deon pulled the stopper from the glass vial and sniffed at the contents sceptically.<br/><br/>“See, as promised!” Beatrice piped. “Eye of newt , a drop of a dryad’s honey dew, oil of the nightshade cherry. It’s all in there and it will drive a girl wild… or a man for that matter. And… if you let me have my spellbook, then I can make more for you!”<br/><br/>“Yeah. See the thing is, I’m not sure if I can trust you. This could be poison.”<br/><br/>“No, no, it’s not! I swear!”<br/><br/>“I guess I’d better test it first.” Deon said and poured a little of the ointment over Beatrice’s breasts. The thin fabric of her tattered dress soaked it up quickly, effectively spreading it over the skin below. Immediately, the tiefling’s nipples swelled and her antics grew more desperate. Thrusting out her chest and wiggling her boobs at him stopped being a technique of seduction and became a primal<em>need</em>for Beatrice and the little dress started to show a large wet spot spreading from her crotch in all directions.<br/><br/>“See, see, I didn’t lie!” Beatrice groaned as Deon watched the reactions of her body. “Now, please,<em>please</em>let me show you how good I can make you feel!”<br/><br/>“I have what I came for.” Deon said and held up the ointment bottle as proof. “Now be good…” he said and let a teasing hand trail from her face down to bellow her skirt, which elicited a desperate moan from Beatrice. “…and stay while I go look for Elora. And if you keep being useful, then we<em>might</em>add you to the watch raffle, how does that sound?”<br/><br/>“Very good master! Very good!” Beatrice squealed in need. Her hips were pushing against his teasing hand, but he always pulled back instead of offering a resistance that she could grind against. As its creator, she knew the effects of the<em>ointment of sweet torment</em>all too well: she had seen its effect on her own captives. The priest couldn’t really leave her here like that all night, could he? That would be too cruel.<br/><br/>“Try to rest a little.” Deon said with a laugh and pulled his hand from under her skirt, wiping the witch’s own juices in her face and hair.<br/><br/>“No master! Please don’t leave! Please! Please!” Beatrice begged but Deon could not be swayed no matter how tempted he felt. After all, leaving the tiefling wanting for more would help his cause so much more than giving in. A desperate girl was an obedient girl.<br/><br/><br/><br/>On his way to Elora’s side of the camp, he passed Lune who was still hanging out by the fire, doing her fletching. She had chosen a spot with a good view of Misty’s bound body. There probably<em>was</em>some fascination. When Deon passed by, he casually laid his hand on the barbarian’s still-exposed ass and gathered his powers. Soon, the night would be at its darkest and Lord Bane would smile on him again. He’d best make use of His gifts to the fullest.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Deon ⚕ Misty, Cure light wounds: 5+3= +8HP<br/>Deon ⚕ Misty, Cure light wounds: 6+3= +9HP<br/>Misty’s new total HP: 9+17= 26<br/></div></div><br/>“Keep an eye out for Lizardmen!” Deon told the scout. “We smote their scaly asses pretty badly, but just in case. If you see anything, cut Misty loose, will you? I’m going to see Elora.”<br/>