<strong>"Oh, I can be <em>very </em>userful, Master..."</strong>There was no mistaking the innuendo in the witch's throaty voice even as her slender fingers delicately traced up the side of his thigh in a playful manner.  She looked very pleased that Deon was alone with her - after all, as a prisoner, Beatrice was not qualified for 'First Watch'.  So this was her opportunity to gain that right; plus, she had denied that uptight, prudish elf bitch of her time alone with Deon for the night - that was always worth extra in the tiefling witch's eyes.<br/><br/>Once she was accepted as a full-fledged member, Beatrice was confident her skill in all things magical and sexual would quickly outstrip the other girls in terms of catching Deon's eye and favor.  A small sniff was given back towards the main camp where all the other girls were scattered about, showing her contempt for them.<strong>"I'm much better than any of the others."</strong>The statement was made with no small amount of pride; apparently, Beatrice believed every word of it herself.  And honestly?  It was hard to disagree with her assessment, especially given how she was rubbing his crotch with her manacled hands.  If Deon hadn't already slaked his thirst on Misty earlier, then these little teasing motions would have been much more difficult to resist or outright ignore like he was now doing.   Even now, he could feel his loins stir quickly at her very skillful ministrations.<br/><br/>Beatrice's little corner of the camp had an air of neatness to it, despite the rustic nature of their locale.  There was a serviceable patch of packed dirt in the shade of the large oak tree.  Off to the side, a long, dry branch lay propped against the base of the tree, the thick leaves sprouting from it turning into a makeshift broom - no doubt found at some point by Beatrice, and the area had been swept as clean as one could sweep a forested floor, being clear of any rocks or loose debris.  Apparently, the tiefling witch was not above doing things with her own hands when the need arose though Deon suspected that she would have preferred using something like an<em>'unseen servant'</em>if that had been an option.<br/><br/>But that was neither here or now.  At this moment, Beatrice definitely<em>'glowed'</em>- for a lack of a better word.  There was an anticipation in the tiefling's movements about what was to take place as her tongue saucily licked her lips.<strong>"Shall I show you my <em>usefulness</em>, Master?"</strong>she said, more of a command than a question even as her hand began to tug at his breeches...<br/><br/><strong>"STOP."</strong>It was a simple word, but coming from Deon along with a firm warning squeeze around her waist had Beatrice freezing in place - almost as if she had been struck.  A look of confusion came to the tiefling's eyes at that; hadn't Deon asked her to personally accompany him for this very reason?  She was<em>much </em>better than that ugly, scarred she-man!!  Still, this was her Master's direct word and of all the girls, next to Elora, Beatrice was the weakest against it.<br/><br/><strong>"Master?"</strong>The witch's tone held her uncertainty, a small chink in the armor of her self-confidence.  And seizing that opportunity, Deon took charge of the situation - much like he had Misty.<br/><br/><strong>"Hands in the back,"</strong>he ordered, his tone low and with growl even as he nuzzled her nape as he could feel her quickened intake of breath.  A simple click and the shackles on her wrists that interfered with her spellcasting now secured hands behind her back - leaving the witch helpless against anything Deon might plan.  And the cleric did just that, his experience with both Elora and Misty serving him in good stead as he gently guided himself to lean up against the large oak tree, sitting Beatrice in his lap.<strong>"Spread,"</strong>he commanded and the tiefling witch complied, splitting her thighs apart for him - a very eager whore.<br/><br/>Now the cleric began his assault in earnest.  With his left hand, he massaged her crotch - his thumb brushing her engorged clitoris and his fingers teasing her outer, shaven lips.  Meanwhile, his right had a firm grasp of her tail and he rubbed the tip of it back and forth across her wet opening as the tiefling witch openly moaned and squirmed.<strong>"And what makes you think I'm interested in a <em>slut </em>like you?"</strong>Deon asked, focusing on teasing the tip of her tail against her wet entrance as Beatrice bucked her hips, arching her spine as she panted in lust.<strong>"You'd spread your legs for anyone offering you a willing fuck..."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"N-no!"</strong>Beatrice protested violently, seemingly stricken by his words.  She sounded unsure, off-balance, and confused.  Her face was now flushed and she felt shame.  How very unlike her to be played like this!  But that simply showed by Deon was<em>her Master</em>.  Only the cleric could command her like this.<strong>"I'm <em>only </em>for you, Master!"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Oh?  And what if I needed you to seduce someone?"</strong>Deon asked playfully, his words skillfully trapping the lust-addled witch in her own, as she stammered.<strong>"What then?"</strong>Intensifying the teasing, the cleric soon had Beatrice on the edge, the ground beneath them positively soaked with her lust as she was right on the edge...<br/><br/><strong>"Don't you want to be <em>useful</em>?"</strong>Deon whispered in her ear even as his tongue slipped out to lazily flick at the lobe.<br/><br/><strong>"Yes!  Oh Sune, yes!!</strong>Whether the tiefling was agreeing with him or with the effect he had upon her was hard to tell as she now was grinding her hips against her own tail, trembling and ready to cum.<br/><br/><strong>"STOP."</strong>And at his forceful command, the witch complied - though reluctantly and not without a small whimper.<strong>"Now then, tell me..."</strong>His voice still sweetly whispered in her ear, his hot breath arousing her.<strong>"How might I make Elora go wild?"</strong><br/><br/>The words stuck in the tiefling's heart like a barb, instantly cooling her ardor as Deon might the muscles in her tail go limp.<strong>"E-elora?!?"</strong>The confusion was still there, along with a healthy dose of resentment.  Who cared about that elf bitch?  Beatrice -<em> the Black Mesmer</em>, sex incarnate, was here!  Why was the cleric pining for that stupid cunt?!?<br/><br/><strong>"Yes.  Elora."</strong>And when no answer was immediately forthcoming, Deon gave a small sigh  - indicating his disappointment.<strong>"Well, I suppose you can't be blamed if this is beyond your abilities..."</strong>It was an obvious goad, the tiefling witch understood this.  But with her senses as disoriented as they were, she more than readily took the bait Deon had set - hook, line, and sinker.<br/><br/><strong>"In my pack, Master, there's an unmarked jar.  I call it 'the ointment of sweet torment'."</strong>The words were said proudly by Beatrice, who obviously thought highly of her creation.<strong>"Use this on any girl and even the most frigid becomes the most willing.  There's enough in there for one full-body application...or you can use it on various parts of the body around five times.  Of course, it's better to target the more naturally tender parts for a greater effect."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Good girl."</strong>Deon rewarded Beatrice with a hard pinch to her exposed clitoris as the tiefling flushed and gasped, beginning to rapidly moisten again.  Her shackles were unhooked as the witch eagerly awaited her reward...<br/><br/>Only to have them placed above her head and locked together again as he tugged on the shackles until she was forced on her tiptoes.  Her tail was also secured, courtesy of a small buckle that connected to her ankle chain.  And pulling his dagger from his belt, Deon casually jammed it into the trunk of the oak tree - right through a loop at the joint of the two shackles, effectively leaving the witch hanging in more ways than one as her toned calves trembled with the effort.<br/><br/><strong>"I'll be right back."</strong>And with that Deon went back to the camp to retrieve his pack where he kept all of the tiefling's personal things.