<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/VjfvTWw.png)</div><strong>Taris Vannel</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293833.msg14533999#msg14533999)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>25 / 40<strong>AC:</strong>14<strong>CMD:</strong>20<strong>Arcane Pool:</strong>5 / 6<strong>Arrows:</strong>54<strong>Posts:</strong>27<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Guardhouse, Captain Eingeschworen's Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Xara<hr/>(It's an aesthetic I'm familiar with :P (https://danbooru.donmai.us/data/__female_my_unit_and_my_unit_fire_emblem_if_and_etc_drawn_by_rainnear__99c7bc92581bb4976a25c9e6d93dd23a.jpg))<br/><br/>There was a murmur of wordless protest as Xara's fingers caught Taris's chin, guiding her face up and away from the sheets to look up into the Captain's face.  Her cheeks already had a healthy red glow to them as her eyes looked up into Xara's, quavering slightly, exploring her face, looking for<em>something</em>.  What she saw smoldering there, however, stoked the warmth in her own belly, the Captain's kiss seeming to calm her down, and bring her back into the moment.<br/><br/>The bite, by comparison, kept her on her toes.<br/><br/>When Xara brought up her lineage, Taris gave her a ...<em>complicated</em>expression.  She opened her mouth to respond, but Xara didn't give her an opening to speak.  Ultimately, her eyes trailed away and to the side, seeming a bit guilty.  She hadn't<em>hidden</em>her status, per se, but there had been part of her that had been reluctant to bring it up.  She was worried that Xara's interest in her was solely because of what she could gain from their association, the Captain hadn't been wrong when she'd commented on the origin of the nobility's fascination with control.  She'd planned to tell Xara properly when they had an opportunity for her to ask her questions ... but, things had moved more quickly than she'd anticipated.  Finding out that Xara had already worked it out was something of a relief, but it also made her feel like she'd been caught out in a lie of omission.<br/><br/>Still, she'd shifted slightly as Xara made her threat.  She might not even have been conscious of it, a slight hitch in her breathing, her free legs sliding one over the other, hooking her heel around her ankle and drawing her feet back, her lips parting slightly ... she didn't have time to dwell, but that slight fidgeting was enough to show that fear wasn't the only thing she felt at the prospect of being locked away and used for troop morale.<br/><br/>All the while, Xara's hands kept up their slow explorations, roaming as they liked over her bound form.  Fingers gently caressed her face, stroking at her lips and petting her cheek, whenever she tried to look away Xara directed her attention back to her, her words rolling sensuously over her captive audience.  Taris's lips trembled slightly as her other hand followed the curve of her thighs up, cupping and gently stroking over her mons and still more sensitive areas along the rope digging in, the light strokes just enough to tease her and stir her body up for the moment.<br/><br/>It wasn't until she brought up<em>ownership</em>, the moment that Taris would normally balk on reflex, that Xara hit her with a stronger sensation.  Fingers prodded firmly against her sex, grinding their soft cloth confines against the heat within as Xara attacked her weak point once again.  Whatever protest she might've had was caught short by a tremulous whimper, her breath coming in ragged little pants.  Whatever she'd been about to say slipped her mind completely, leaving Xara's desire uncontested in the moment.<br/><br/>The tug at the back of her harness arched her back, pulling her a bit off of the mattress as Xara shifted her angle of attack.  Taris's throat worked visibly as she swallowed, Xara's hand resting against her bosom, just barely petting the pliant flesh found there with her finger tips.  Taris's head fell languidly to the side, her eyes focusing on the raven haired woman's full lips as she spoke of respect, and lessons.  As though Taris were a child, or a pet.  She took a deeper breath, intent of defending herself again, but instead it was a loud, full moan that crossed her lips as Xara arrested her statement with a sharp grip on her primed and aching teat.  Her head fell back, her breath coming in a ragged gasps that dug the ropes in where they hugged her body.  Her eyes were dazed, and as she looked up at the ceiling, she dimly wondered if the gentle explorations of her body were simply Xara enjoying having the half-elf at her mercy, or if she were methodically noting where she was sensitive.  The latter would likely give her promising results ... since she'd cut her ill-fated bargain, her body had only gotten more receptive after all.<br/><br/>She was reluctant when the purple sphere of her gag was offered to her again, pressing her lips together and trying to turn her head away.  That just meant that Xara had to use both hands, one to hold her chin and part her lips, and the other to press the gag into place.  As the strap was resecured, Taris felt her jaw pried open wider, the ball finding its home behind her teeth and her lips stretched to fit around it.  Taris's eyes followed Xara as the Captain lightly stroked her back, soothing her raised hackles, explaining its purpose as she brushed some errant hair from her face, apparently satisfied with the look of Taris's flushed, aroused body as it was presented by her own handiwork.<br/><br/>Then came the next order, barked in a tone that echoed off the stone walls of the fortress chamber and sent a jolt through Taris's spine.  It took her a moment, to work out how to manage it ... her first attempt to kick herself upright had required too much bending at the waist which had caused the harness around her to cruelly dig into her sex, eliciting several muffled invectives as she rolled back and forth a few times.  Finally, she tucked her feet up under herself and spread her legs to create a wider base as she lifted her upper body up into a kneeling position.  Rather than waddle to the edge of the bed on her knees, she managed to stand up on the mattress, her head nearly brushing the ceiling as she balanced on the balls of her feet.  Walking to the edge of the mattress, she arched an eyebrow at Xara slightly, stepping down to the cold stone floor with as much dignity as she could manage.<br/><br/>It wasn't much, given the circumstances.<br/><br/>What followed next only made it worse, the heavy steel collar snapping closed around her throat.  It wasn't fitted, so there was some space aroudn the neck, but it was thick enough to ensure she could only bend her neck so far, and the weight rested heavy on her shoulders to ensure she wouldn't be forgetting it any time soon.  Worse, by far, was the mental pressure though.  This was a<em>real</em>slave's collar, the sort employed on criminals and slaves throughout the Empire.  If she were taken out of this room, there would be no way to distinguish her from any other.  Half-elven slave girls weren't unknown, after all; most were born in captivity, descended from prisoners of war from the same conflict that defined the Empire's relationship with the elves to this day.  Who could say what might happen to her if she strayed from Xara's presence?<br/><br/>Taris's hands closed into fists as she watched the key slipped into the front of Xara's cuirass.  What she said made a twisted kind of sense, she had to admit.  Taris had pegged Xara as having a protective streak, something like this might make Taris less reluctant to rely on her.  Still, she balked, her footing uncertain...the fact that Xara was starting to make sense was<em>almost</em>as concerning as the collar around her throat.  Of course, Taris didn't have time to work through her feelings; Xara kept her off balance and in her thrall, tugging her along by the ring in her collar to look at the implements arranged in front of her.  As she tried to work through the items in her mind, weighing their pros and cons, her captor nibbled along her ear once again, making it harder for her to think.  Her words played in her ear, bits of slander pricking old, buried memories mixed with sweet words.  Pleasure and pain living hand in hand.<em>Just let it happen</em>...<br/><br/>Finally, she stepped forward, looking at the shelf.  Her conviction wavered for a moment, but she turned around and backed towards her selection.  Fumbling a bit with her finger tips, she walked back towards Xara, the length of velvet cloth trailing behind her, clutched awkwardly between her fingers.<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WLVeGed.png)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Memorized Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Cantrips:  Detect Magic, Light, Prestidigitation, Mage Hand<br/>1st Level:  <del>Magic Missile</del>, <del>Ray of Enfeeblement</del>, <del>Expeditious Retreat</del>, Obscuring Mist, Weaponwand<br/>2nd Level:  Force Sword, <del>Scorching Ray</del>, <del>Mirror Image</del></div></div>