<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c8/Phelypsis.jpg)</div><br/>Rolls?<br/><br/><hr/>The strangely commanding and familiar order slowed down  Phelypsis' charge to aid to skips and finally to a halt. She quirked a brow at the man, still brandishing her dagger. "Matter beyond me?" she repeated dumbfounded, an offended expression of anger slowly spreading on her face. He meant to compel her by the ancient traditions thinking that she was one of those brainless Andras who blindly obeyed the shackles of their ancestral ways. Did that man think she was some simple warrior servant? Phelypsis puffed out another heated breath as she sheathed the dagger and cracked her knuckles. The rage simmered as he continued to fondle and toy with Sydney without a care in the world. It blinded her from realizing that he was already rutting into Sydney's ass before it was already happening.<br/><br/>Phelypsis rushed in to help. She grabbed the man's wrists and tried to pry him off of Sydney, saving no strength in attempt to hurt him as she did so. "You! Hands off! Get your puny dick out of there!" Phelypsis shouted, mouth foaming. Unfortunately the struggle left the sorceress squeezed between the bars and her rescuer. Phelypsis' attention was all focused on the prisoner. She didn't much note the face buried deep between her breasts or her own lower thigh pressing against Sydney's crotch. Her line of thinking was that somehow being close up would be advantageous in ensuring that he would not steal Sydney from her! Phelypsis leaned forward to stare give the man as mean a stare as she could as she continued, "I don't know what you think my people once were to you, but I am not some sheep you can command with words. I won't listen to a puny man like you. Never! You are still a weak prisoner on our mercy, not the other way around!"