Elora thought she understood shame; after all, her more recent experiences served as a measuring line to compare against.  Shame was when the elven paladin had excused herself in the last small village, sneaking away  from the party to find the local blacksmith.   Oh, how she had blushed then at the knowing leer of the man who had been at the forge when she had slid over her chain shirt and a hefty bag of  coin, asking for specific<em>'adjustments'</em>be made.  But the thrill she received when Deon's eyes hungrily drank in her scantily-clad form today had been well worth the price.  Shame was letting the cleric do as he pleased - which was why she found herself with her arms tied behind her back, sprawled in his lap, her '<em>modesty</em>' around her knees in a small puddle, and with her bottom aching sweetly.  She was the<em>leader</em>of this little band, but with each passing day, Elora found that idea more and more difficult to believe.  All the girls listened to Deon more than they had ever listened to her and she was behaving no better than a besotted maiden mooning over her first village crush.  Yet she didn't mind at all; after all, Deon was so...so...manly, so handsome.  A longing sigh escaped the elven paladin's lips, silently wishing her time with him were longer still.<br/><br/>But until Deon, her Deon, touched her back '<em>there</em>', Elora did not know shame.  The shame she had felt with everything else was like the dim glow coming from a candle lit in the dark.  But the shame she felt now was as if she were beneath seven blazing suns, burning brighter than she had ever seen or known in her life.  Feeling the cleric trace that forbidden entrance, the pucker of her asshole went even tighter, as she<strong><em>gasped</em></strong>- all the blood in her veins stuck between wanting to rush to her face and to rush to where Deon's oiled thumb was teasing.<strong>"S-si-suh-sir!!!"</strong>Elora's voice was thin and high-pitched, almost a squeal, even as she wriggled herself in his grasp - but whether to escape from him or to encourage him, she herself did not understand.  Her stomach was fluttering with over a thousand butterflies and her loins were dripping wetter than a shaded grotto, not to even mention her ears - ears that were burning so intensely they physically<em>hurt </em>but whether from the mysterious oil Deon had spread on them or from the sheer embarrassment was difficult to say.<br/><br/><strong>"P-puh-ple-please n-no-not th-the-there!!!</strong>"  Her voice was a squealing stammer even as her bottom waggled back and forth - whether to avoid his thumb or entice Deon to firmly pin her so he could continue was next to impossible to tell.<br/><br/><strong>"Answer <em>me</em>."</strong>The cleric's voice was a demand, a command of obedience that tugged at Elora's very soul as she struggled to obey.  He now did choose to bring his other hand back, away from her tender, quivering ears to pin her firmly down, pressing at the small of her back.  That oiled thumb now prodded at her tightly clenched ass, pressing against the rosy pucker, much like how a battering ram might give its first knock against a heavily reinforced gate to test its strength.  The sensation brought a fresh squeal from Elora's lips even as Deon had to fight, really fight, to use his strength and his position to keep her in place.<br/><br/><strong>"Do you <em>like </em>this?"</strong>The oiled thumb had gone back to teasing her, softly tracing her rosebud in an attempt to relax the muscles back there even as the motion brought forth fresh, tortured groans from the elf.  She shouldn't be enjoying this!  It was '<em>dirty</em>'!  Filthy even!  Thoughts of how Deon had mounted Misty, being so commanding, so domineering, so '<em>sexy</em>', swam up in Elora's mind even as she panted, her loins aching even more for release, fresh lust trickling down her thighs.  Would he take her the same way?  Thoughts of being pressed down, her face in the mossy forest floor and her ass in the air, with Deon's hands around her hips as he penetrated her with his mighty shaft had the elf almost fainting at the thought.<br/><br/><strong>"You <em>do </em>like this."</strong>The cleric seemed to have come to his own conclusions; perhaps admittedly obvious ones given how wet Elora was at the moment.  And tightening his grip to keep her pinned in place, Deon began his assault on her backdoor in earnest, the oiled thumb seeking to breach her defenses and claim the treasure inside as he managed to sorely press her, her buttocks now clenching with all of her force and as hard as steel.  The elven paladin groaned and squealed, now as sweaty as if she had been running all day, and soon she was panting through her opened mouth.  There was no way she could hold out, no way to defend.  He was going to take her; he was going to claim her!  That thought made Elora even wetter as she could feel her muscles relaxing, unable to resist any longer as the oiled tip began to tease apart her tight rosebud.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>"NO!!!!!"</strong></span>A shriek came from her lips even as Elora began to sob - the tears now running down her face.<strong>"Stopstopstop!!"</strong><br/><br/>And he did.  With victory right at hand, Deon relented as his thumb withdrew and his free hand went back to stroking her ears - helping calm her even as Elora shuddered in his lap, fresh tears wracking her frame.<strong>"Ssshhhh..ssshhh...it's okay.  I'm here.  Deon's here."</strong>His voice was soothing croon, letting her focus in on it, allowing the elven paladin to slowly get herself under control.  She snuffled, feeling a heavy guilt in the center of her chest.  Guilt for her overreaction and guilt at secretly liking what she did.  Even now, her loins burned at the thought of having Deon claim her, working his hard cock in between the cheeks of her ass.<br/><br/>He did not even seem too disappointed by her resistance; she didn't think she could bear it if he was.  Instead, he looked only concerned for her well-being as he soothed her.  It was a thought that made Elora feel even guiltier, and confused, about what she did feel.  Even now, her soul felt divided - one half of her was shrieking that what had happened was '<em>dirty</em>' and should never be thought of again!  That only wicked, depraved worshippers of Lolth, the vilest of drow, would engage in such acts!   The other half of her sighed, her loins aching freshly at the thought, even as she shifted uncomfortably in Deon's lap.<br/><br/>The blush still had not faded from her ears even as Elora turned to half-face Deon.  Shame was still stamped onto her features.<strong>"Sir?  Is the time for my Watch over?"</strong>The elven paladin meekly asked, her voice trembling as if she were afraid to hear the answer.