"Oh, I don't think you'll be the one doing the punishing, or the smiting, tonight, my little holy avenger," Retorio said with a wicked smile.<br/><br/>The feather lightly brushed up against Kleris' ribcage, playing across the flesh, sending sensations which made him squirm.  "To be brought down by a mere hawk's feather," he said.  "Pathetic."<br/><br/>The feather then graced the bottom's Kleris feet, his shoes and socks pulled off to grant access to his bare soles.  It was even more ticklish!<br/><br/><em>Roll a DC 13 Fortitude Save.  Success means that Kleris does his part of the 'resisting paladin' well enough.  Failure means he squirms, thrashes, and laughs uncontrollably.</em><br/><br/>"Your feet are so cute!" Retorio said.  "It makes me want to see the rest of your form."<br/><br/>Retorio followed up with a spell.  It was one Kleris was familiar with, from the pages of 'naughty books' and giggled whispers of Redhurst's girls, but one he never saw in practice until now.<br/><br/><em>Disrobe.</em><br/><br/>As soon as the words left his lips, Retorio's spell caused Kleris' clothes to loosen and come off...somehow, in spite of his bound state, gathered on the ground.  His anatomy was unshielded for all to see.  This did not phase the prostitute, who kept in pace with the role-play.<br/><br/>"Neither hair nor trace of scars or markings.  My my, you must be an apprentice paladin, unwise to the ways of battle."<br/><br/>He stepped around to Kleris' side.  "Explains how I caught you so easily.  So I have to ask, are you equally untouched in the ways of desire?"<br/><br/>His hands trailed over the body, pinching at the nipples.  The contraption's holdings were unlocked, only for Kleris to be pulled by the hair to a standing position and handcuffed, his front leaning over a table.<br/><br/>"By Grazzt's touch, I shall Smite you with pleasure!"<br/><br/><em>Smack!</em><br/><br/>A wide, flat object connected with Kleris' rear.<br/><br/><em>Smack!</em><br/><br/>"Renounce your Goddess, embrace Chaos!" Retorio commanded.  "One way or another, I shall fashion you into a Warrior of Darkness!  The Demon Prince would love to add one skilled such as you to his harem."<br/><br/><em>Does Kleris accept the Call of Evil?</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Give In</div><div class="spoiler_body">The paddling stopped.  "Good good, you're a smart one.  The Cult of Grazz't values realistic expectations.  Now, for your reward..."<br/><br/>Kleris heard the unzipping of pants from behind him.  A long, hard thing pressed against his butt.  Gripping a leg in each hand, Retorio spread him apart, lifting his legs off the ground, as his member slid inside...</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Reject</div><div class="spoiler_body">"Then I shall place a curse on you."<br/><br/>A thick black mist of a fiery laughing face manifested in front of Kleris' eyes.  A handsome man with angular features and twin back horns emerging from his head, the illusion moved close as though to kiss him before dissipating into the air.<br/><br/>Turning him over, Retorio loomed above him, his fine features still alluring in spite of the sexy pretend-danger.<br/><br/>"I shall take your purity, paladin, here and now.  Lose yourself in the throes of ecstasy and orgasm, and your powers will be mine.  Or, tell me the location of the Duke's daughter, and you shall be spared.<br/><br/>Retorio's body slid alongside Kleris' front, gliding over his erection, until his mouth was level with his manhood.  Grasping the balls in one hand and the shaft in the other, he kissed the head as his lips enveloped the naked blade between his legs.</div></div><br/>Meanwhile, Elmira and her hired escort were doing some role-playing of their own...<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Elmira's Room</span></span></div><br/>White fluffy pillows, a sky blue paint job...the object of her desire bearing vestigial feathery wings as he held her legs in a v-shape, making her breasts bounce as he fucked her on a cloud-bed.  A trio of angelic clones surrounded her, two of their cocks being jerked as the third rubbed against her face, enduring long, stroking licks from the tip to the balls.<br/><br/>"Ah, ah, ah," she moaned as her head twisted to catch the erection in her mouth.  Sensing her struggle, the fourth one put his hand on the back of her head to lift her up at a more even level.<br/><br/>Such delights and more were said to await those who strove to be virtuous in life, but for a mere parting of gold and well-placed spells to set the scene, Elmira could have heavenly pleasure right here on the Material Plane.  With vigorous throbbing thrusts, the 'angels' painted her body white with seed and filled her up on both ends...<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Asma's Room</span></span></div><br/>The crackling of a fireplace, tiger-skin rug, a trophy stand of runic blades and axes hanging from the walls.  Asma giggled as her paramour carried her to bed in mock barbarian's armor and loincloth.<br/><br/>"But I'm just a sheltered woman of the cloth!" Asma protested with a suppressed giggle.  "What value will I add to you as a hostage?"<br/><br/>"My dear, you are not my hostage," the 'barbarian' said.  "Every great warrior needs the good things in life to remind him of why he fights.  Bountiful harvests, strong drink, the merriment of bards..."<br/><br/>His hand trailed underneath her shirt.  "And the touch of a lady to keep them warm at night."<br/><br/>He kissed her hard, pinning her down in a dry-hump as their clothed bodies embraced...<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>The escort was kneeling at the foot of the head, head between her legs, tongue licking her folds of her vagina with rapid strokes, leaving her panting.  Minutes passed, and he did not stop, the hired man clearly used to far longer antics.<br/><br/>"Ah, ah, I'm gonna...so hot, I can't hold back...aaaaahhh!"<br/><br/>Asma squirted, her first orgasm of the night.<br/><br/>"You learn fast," he said.  "Now, care to give a fair trade?"<br/><br/>He gestured to his bulging member.  Nodding, Asma let him lay down on the bed as she climbed on top of him, her pussy lined up with his face and her own against his penis.  They worked each other for a long time as the night passed...