<div class="floatleft">(https://im1.ibsearch.xxx/7/d8/cf3e6117a685a1d836b1aede0d3d0.png)</div>Ysolde "Black Serpent" Ardrada<br/>AC 14(natural armor) HP 19/23<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;">Prestidigitation, Acid Splash, Mage Hand, Message<br/>3/4: Charm Person, Disguise Self, Magic Cumshot<br/>2/2: Enlarge/Reduce </div></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Inventory</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;">Manacles<br/>Courtesan's Cockring, Stranger's Cockring, Goggles of Night, Obsidian Butt Plug (Arcane Focus), Fine Dress, Ruby Choker<br/></div></div></div><hr/><br/>At 2018-03-05 17:37:11, Odanrav (uid: 38547) rolls: 1d20 Result: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=115153)<br/><br/>The grin on Ysolde's dark lips slowly faded as the manacled woman's threats slithered inside of her, biting to the core. She sensed a truth in those words that made her shiver and effected her very constitution. Her hand gently stroked her cock, intending fully to shove it into the pink-haired woman's mouth or ass again, but then her erection began to fade, dwindling down to it's still large six inch flaccid state and dangling low. Ysolde huffed in frustration, one orgasm was usually never enough, but she just didn't have the will anymore to keep going. She straightened her dress, hiding her cock from view again, and slinked away from the chained woman, avoiding eye contact with her for the time being.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/d3/42/c2/d342c2202fcb5bd142c806c1379dd212--fantasy-girl-gothic-art.jpg)</div>Moments of awkward pause passed as the cell was filled with the light breaths and after-moans of their forced intermingling. When suddenly a rushing sound could be heard like forceful winds blowing through the corridors of the oubliette. And then, clicking one heel at a time, a figure could be heard approaching from the entrance. Ysolde looked over to her cellmate, then back to the bars and slowly approached. The figure came into view of the torches and slim light creeping into the cell from outside. She was a tall hooded figure who wore a long cloak, but was clearly feminine. Her facial features were beautiful, but severe, and her skin had a slight red tinge to it. Ysolde stepped away from the bars as she came close.<br/><br/>"Hello, lovelies," the figure said in a sultry, deep tone. She pulled back her hood to reveal four horns and black-purple hair falling down in soft waves past her shoulders. She had a devious smile on her face as she looked into the cell. "I see you two have already begun playing... I can smell the cum in the air. It's delicious," she said as her hand went to the cell door and grasped onto the lock. The lock began to glow a bright red as the metal itself was turned to molten liquid and melted away. She pushed the door as it opened with a creak.<br/><br/>"Um, hello. And thanks, I guess?" Ysolde said in her confused state, looking over to Rebecca. "Friend of yours?" she asked Rebecca.<br/><br/>"Friend to you both. I am... invested in seeing you both live, seeing you both flourish, prosper, and spread your 'gift' to as many as you can. I believe you know what I mean." The woman expained as she walked over to the manacles that held Rebecca and melted them away as well, freeing the woman. Ysolde immediatley knew what she meant, her hand gently brushing across the front of her dress and feeling the girth of her cock beneath. She didn't plan on looking a gift horse in the mouth.<br/><br/>"All I ask for in return, is that you accept these," the woman said as suddenly two rings emerged in her palm of equal size and shape. Two cock rings of solid gold with strange runes surrounding the outside that glowed a dim purple. Ysolde looked to Rebecca as her heart beat wildly, and then slowly moved to acccept one of the rings.