<div class="floatright">(https://ist5-2.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/7/e/D/v/7eDvh/2623622_20-_20Camilla_20Fire_Emblem_20Fire_Emblem_Fates_20sakimichan_l.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Sasha</span></span>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1864388)<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Alluran Superior Lustbound<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Sorceress 9th<br/><strong>HP:</strong>55/55<strong>AC:</strong>21<strong>FF</strong>19<strong>T</strong>12<strong>Init</strong>2<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Awaken, the familiar bonding and lust bound.<br/><strong>Actions</strong>Defending her master<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Adventurers Tavern<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Aramis Silverscale, Sir Aeldrick Arneson,  Maya Kritri<br/><hr/><hr/>Even as Sasha had spoken her dire warning.  Realization set in that she had just obliterated a spirit form taken.   Instead of praise, chastisement is heaped up her by her new master.   His anger palatal, his demand for apology be given when the spirit reforms in twenty-four hours.  It does not change a thing,  she will protect him no matter what.  Even if he is misguided and detrimental to his own well-being.   She will suffer his ire and anger.   For his safety her world is him and she will never allow another to attack her master.<br/><br/>She shivers in her seat, trembling now with the scolding given.   Through it is not done because of fear.   It is excitement that courses through her.   The arousal that was satisfied by the  goddess minions.  Now flares back,  the sweet arousal that pain brings to her the needs that course through her body.  The heady aroma of her arousal filling the air.   As the seat between her thighs puddle with the dripping need that now gushes from her.<br/><br/>She answers him in contrite tone,  that is laced with hope.   That he will punish her physically.   For the arch mage had taught her pain and pleasure go together in wonderful delight.<br/><br/><strong>"Yes master."</strong><br/><br/><br/>The ache that soars in the heat of her nether region pulses.   Her nipples now thicken with engorgement and deepen in coloration.  Even as the full force of arousal screams back into her, her thought on the spirit the book familiar of her master's spell book.   She looks forward to meeting the spirit.  As dawning realization comes to her.  The spirit was once of a mortal race.   Even through a long lived one with having been a elf.    The mortal races were so hung up on virtue and decorum.   Treated sex as if it were a plague and their own bodies as if a horror to feast and look upon.   Often denying oneself in frivolous hilarity for some kind of spiritual purity.   An with reflection of the past few moments with the spirit.   It is evident the spirit is jealous of her.   It often happens with such repression that jealousy is fostered.<br/><br/>Satisfy with such thought and the decision she will do more than apologize.  She will over her own body to share so the spirit can also taste the greatest gift of pleasure that ones body is made for.   With such thought she give her master one of her sweetest smiles.<br/><br/>