<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/TYEm6D8.jpg)<br/><br/>(http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e220/besrikarie/dnd/Tehr/lilianface02.jpg)</div><br/>Tehr chuckled lightly, clasping her hand as her fingers brushed his chest.  Lifting them gently he brushed his lips across the backs of her knuckles and nodded,<strong>“If my beautiful lady wishes to see a bit of playful sport, then friendly punishment it shall be.  As well you know, my magic can certainly accomplish the messy drenched aspect quite easily.” </strong>He let go her hand and smiled at her conspiratorially just as Lilian returned from the wash room.  She strode back in bare of form, but with the red lines of her tight leather uniform still showing on her body.<br/><br/>Tehr gestured to the fainting couch in the room and locked eyes with Lilian.<strong>“My dear captain, I see the leathers you wear still leave their mark, please lay upon the couch and I shall relieve you of such tensions.”</strong>He stood stock still waiting for her to follow directions and brooking no argument.  Should she show even a moment’s hesitation he would place his fists upon his hips and say,<strong>“I remind you that you no longer wear your uniform, there is no danger towards her highness, and I am the royal consort, in the presence of her majesty.  At the moment in the room your rank is far below mine, and I expect compliance.  I would hate to have to punish you after all.”</strong><br/><br/>Tehr chuckled lightly and glanced at the queen, whose eyes practically beamed with mirth, or possibly with lust, it was unclear.<br/><br/>Once Lilian settled on the couch he let his fingers roam her body, again seeking out sore spots or knots and working his touch upon her, but his goal was not a relaxing massage.  No his touches were feather light strokes and teasing whispers across her skin, designed to drive her to greater heights of arousal.<strong>“and now...” </strong>he said after a few minutes,<strong>“A touch of magic.”</strong><br/><br/>With that he would cast the cantrip of primal gush, both on himself and the guard captain.  Almost immediately he felt his mouth moisten as the spell took effect.  Then his touches would grow more bold, pinching at her nipples as he worked his body more into the sensual massage.  Pressing his whole body down on her, his breath on her neck, his hands always sliding and touching, waiting for her to squirm or shift, so that he might punish her as the queen wished.